Chapter 385
I had noticed that familiar design aesthetic, but never dared to confirm it.
That was the designer of the Imperial Splendor collection! Who would have imagined she'd be so young?
...
The internet exploded with discussions.
Two topics about Sophia Laurent simultaneously topped the trending charts.
#SophiaLaurentPregnant
#SophiaLaurentIsVersiniSugar
Either one could set the entire internet ablaze.
If the first was merely celebrity gossip about personal life.
Then the second completely upended the entire fashion industry's understanding.
The reporter's hand trembled as he clutched the microphone. "Director Winslow, are you saying... Sophia Laurent is Versini's Sugar designer?"
His voice shook with disbelief.
Gavin Winslow surveyed the room with satisfaction. "That's correct. Sophia Laurent is Sugar."
Silence fell so complete you could hear a pin drop.
After a long pause, someone finally managed to ask, "Is... is this real?"
"Absolutely confirmed."
The venue erupted like boiling water.
Every gaze turned scorching with admiration.
Everyone present had fashion design backgrounds.
Many were already devoted fans of Sugar.
Now they stared at the poised young woman on stage with undisguised reverence.
"Master Sugar! I'm your biggest fan!"
"Can we take photos after the competition?"
"Oh my God, I'm actually seeing my idol! This contest was worth it!"
Meanwhile, Daniel Lowell in the audience turned deathly pale.
He stared at Sophia as if struck by lightning.
She was Sugar?
If only he'd known earlier...
Would his career have taken a completely different path?
A storm of emotions paralyzed him where he sat.
Gavin Winslow smiled at the reactions.
Their timing for revealing her identity had been carefully calculated.
Sophia's new "Crane Dynasty" collection would debut at Milan Fashion Week—perfect for publicity.
They just hadn't anticipated Gabrielle Winston's interference.
"Master Sugar's new 'Crane Dynasty' collection will premiere at Milan Fashion Week. Stay tuned."
Alexander Valdemar sat behind Sophia, absorbing the electric atmosphere.
An unfamiliar swell of pride rose in his chest.
For the first time, he felt proud—for her.