Naira frowned hearing strong-headed Arna. She wanted to break Arna but it wasn't easy. Arna believes her parents too much so she knew she should indoctrinate Arna against her mother or weaken Arna.

Naira decisively shook her head, "You don't understand. You think your mother will hurt you by saying the truth. Our parents always encourage us to do everything we try."

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Arna wanted to retort trying to hold her level-headedness but Naira quickly blurted out without letting her speak, "R-Remember, when I had over-salted the fish, my and your mother still appreciated me. It's just like that."

Arna who was trying to take everything positively wavered. Tears rolled down her cheeks thinking she would affect her mother and others would laugh at her because of her incompetency.

Naira knew the nail she hit the point and she just needed to hammer it a few times to steady it.

Naira continued to fake her sobs, "I-I heard those judges saying how could designer Alia's daughter didn't learn anything from her mother. She designs masterpieces and your designs are trash. Snow, how could they compare you and your mother? Because of your mother, they set such a high bar for you..."

Arna didn't really hear the latter part thinking if her designs were so pathetic. She looked at the gown she prepared, she liked it but suddenly felt she might be overconfident because she never lost.

Even though she was ready to accept her loss, she didn't expect that to affect her mother. She didn't want anybody to look down on them.

She sniffled as she cut in, "But it's too late. I can't do anything now. I will just apologize to mom."

Naira: "..."

Naira wanted to smack Arna's head. She looked at the stunning dress behind Arna, since she was going to be a model, she thought to tamper with the dress. She decided to herself and sent Arna to wash her face before leaving from there.

She was passing by a room when she heard the organizers giving a mouthful to a young designer who had plagiarized. She smartly picked a few words and understood the designer was disqualified then it was kept under wraps so that other designers don't get demotivated.

A terrible idea flashed in her mind. She could only get the designed dress before she has to walk the ramp, if she tampers the dress there, everyone would doubt her.

So disqualifying Arna seemed a better idea and rushed back to Arna's room.

Low spirited, Arna had huddled on the bed thinking about what to do when Naira pulled her up with determination.

She started encouraging her to try her best with another design but Arna's mood was already off.

Pulling her out near the desk where many sheets, colored pencils, water paint were spread around with other stationery supplies.

"Snow, you can do it. Think, think of something you liked. You can do it. You can't give up. Had you designed anything before which might go well with the theme? Or you must have got inspired somewhere, try to recreate it..."

She went on but she didn't let Arna think. She messed Arna's mind purposefully.

Arna was just a teenager who wholeheartedly felt Naira as best friend and well-wisher so she thought Naira was helping her, encouraging her without a sliver line of doubt on her.

Sitting on the chair, Arna held her head and tried to think of something she could design in eighteen hours and get the final product. She got a few ideas but none felt better than her first design and her confidence was already too low.

Thinking of good ones, she tried to get inspiration from her mother's thoughts and ideas, Naira exploded the bomb.

"Arna, do you remember we saw a design on Aunt Aria's table last week? How about you use it? You can just cry and say that you lost motivation at the last minute. Your mother anyway won't let anybody scold you or reveal it."

Arna looked at Naira in horror, "Never, That's Momma's design." She knew plagiarism is a big offense in designing field.

Naira said confidently, "I will ask Aunt and let you know." She said confidently and ran out of the room.

Arna was trying her best to think of something but ended up trying to find faults in her design and made the dress look flawless.

But her confidence was too low.

Naira who went to act as she went to ask Aria wasted time for about ten minutes and tried to return. But the organizers didn't let her inside.

When she finally got the chance it was at dinner time. Naira delivered the dinner and saw the completed piece of the dress on the mannequin.

She grounded her teeth and ignored the dress before lying to Arna, "Aunt Aria was disappointed but she is fine with you using her design."

Flabbergasted, "But..." Arna tried to reason but Naira handed her the pencil to her hand instead of a spoon for the dinner.

"No buts. Don't disappoint your parents more. Design soon." She forced her to copy Aria's design and stood there for an hour until the organizer called her out.

Arna, who had completed the sketch, left her dress on the bed and stayed awake to complete the whole look of Aria's design.

In the morning, Naira still felt jealous of Arna for being so efficient. She had thought Arna wouldn't be able to complete it, now it's completed, she started doubting what if Aria doesn't reveal to anybody that the design belongs to her.

With that thought, she grabbed the gown and went to get ready asking Arna to get ready for the final show.

Naira had just left, the supermodel from the judges' panel who had loved Arna's design went to Arna's room and took Arna's dress before speaking to her.

"Ms. Morgan, you are young, making mistakes is common but doing the mistake when you actually know you shouldn't, no explanation will justify your actions." Then she stormed out.

Naira and Arna had forgotten there was a camera in the living room of the suite where both had spoken.