The Spare Wife

Chapter 204

Chapter 204 I Am Alana

After a moment of confusion among the guests, they shifted their attention toward the stage entrance, following the host’s gaze.

Abigail adjusted her gown one last time as she took slow, graceful steps forward in her high heels.

As she appeared in front of everyone, apart from the host arranged by Cameron, who came forward to hand her the microphone, the others in the production crew began to engage in hushed discussions.

When Abigail caught sight of the dazed expression on Luna’s face, she gave her a faint smile before walking toward the center of the stage.

Hello, everyone. I’m Abigail, better known as Miss Smith’s assistant, Miss Quinn. And I’m also L.Moon’s designer, Alana.”

To her surprise, her introduction did not brighten Lexie’s expression at all.

The show hosts, however, reacted quickly and enthusiastically welcomed her.

Yet, her confession didn’t sit well with netizens.

‘If she’s a designer, why hide behind an assistant’s facade? Is it fun fooling everyone? L.Moon Studio really makes me sick!’

‘It’s probably for the sake of publicity. She’s really something else. Does she enjoy fooling the fans and everyone?’

‘I hate this kind of publicity stunt. I even feel like L.Moon is pulling Lexie along for the ride just for today’s attention. For a studio to keep trending time and again, you can’t deny they have a knack for

marketing. They’ve mastered the art to gain fame on the internet.

Although Abigail was unaware of the netizens’ current sentiments, she was prepared for their reactions.

“I’ve been using the pseudonym Alana for many years. I never wanted to show my face, but I chose to meet everyone as an assistant because I wanted to put my entire focus on my designs,” she continued saying with the microphone in hand.

The hosts nodded, looking like bobbleheads. None of them dared to interrupt her at such a crucial moment.

Just then, Abigail turned to look at Lexie, her face carrying a sense of apology. “I’m sorry, Ms. Chambers. It wasn’t our intention to hide this from you. But L.Moon has always prioritized design. It didn’t help that I felt overwhelmed after several instances where the studio trended on social media. That’s why I decided to keep my identity hidden.”

As Lexie examined the gown that Abigail was wearing, she found that it appeared simple but still bore the unique design style of Alana.

“You could have told me in advance. I wouldn’t have invited Luna to the show if I was made aware of your circumstances,” she said calmly. It was obvious that she wasn’t about to accept Abigail’s apology just like that.

I’m just a designer. Being on television or participating in a show is not something I want to do. However, I also understand that one cannot avoid such exposure in this industry if they want to establish themselves,” Abigail explained slowly.

Lexie leaned back in her chair and didn’t bother responding.

Abigail turned back to the camera, saying, “This is the first time I’ve decided to choose to show my face as Alanna, and it’s also the last. I just want to focus on my designs and not get entangled in these various matters. I’ve always had Luna stand in for me, hoping she could handle these. troubles on the front lines while I focused on creating my best designs.”

Her response gradually calmed some of the more level-headed netizens.

I think with Alana’s growing fame, it’s only a matter of time before she gets into various troubles. on the internet. Having Luna as a stand-in to focus on her designs makes sense, doesn’t it? After all, her designs are always so stunning.

“If L. Moon really wanted to gain popularity, Abigail wouldn’t need to hide her identity. A designer should indeed ignore online voices and focus on their work.”

‘Please don’t tell me people are falling for this already. Who knows what the truth is? L.Moon is probably just manipulating the whole situation. I’ve always had a bad feeling about L.Moon, and this doesn’t make me think any better of Abigail.”

The debate among netizens continued.

At this moment, Sean was also watching the live broadcast, observing the increasing doubts about Abigail and L.Moon. He couldn’t help but furrow his brow as he thought, I wonder if Abigail can resolve this situation effectively.

Abigail, with the microphone in hand, turned to Lexie, saying, “I’ve explained everything today. By June, L. Moon and Alana will deliver satisfying work for you and everyone.”

With that being said, she handed the microphone to the host standing beside her.

The host nodded and said with a delighted expression, “Good luck, Alana.”

“Thank you,” Abigail replied warmly.

With that, she turned and walked toward Luna. “Let’s go.” There was a faint smile as she stretched her hand toward Luna.

Meanwhile, Lexie furrowed her brow, and her eyes were filled with curiosity as she gazed at This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

to her close relationship with

Abigail. Of course, she wasn’t going to be too harsh on Abigail duriosity as she gazed at

Sean.

“How can you prove that you are Alana?” Her attitude became a bit more friendly. After all, she made money through her fans; she couldn’t afford to be too nitpicky to her juniors.

“The belt that Luna showed you is an accessory I selected for your gown. I’ve always thought your aura is unique-classical yet mysterious. Yet, there’s no denying that your presence in your performances is very strong. So, when I purchased this item, I believed that this belt suits your distinctive charm,” Abigail elaborated gently.

It was the first time Lexie had heard someone describe her as ‘classical yet mysterious. Her acting. often portrayed her as dominant and hard to approach. She genuinely didn’t expect Abigail to have a different interpretation.

“I’ll look forward to your design then,” she replied impassively. In fact, she was really looking forward to the mysterious and classical style gown that Abigail was going to create just for her. After all, she had always believed that she fit the description given by the public. Thus, she couldn’t help but find this unique outlook exciting.