The host quickly stepped in to ease the tension.

She announced the final results and thanked the judges and contestants for their hard work.

Vanessa stood awkwardly outside the venue.

She immediately called Sophia. “Sophia, you won’t believe who I just saw! Serena! The famous designer Serena—and she’s actually that bitch Isabella!”

There was a brief silence on the other end.

Then Sophia replied cautiously, “Are you saying Serena is Isabella?”

“Yes! I saw it with my own eyes! She’s at Design Visionaries, acting as head judge! We can’t let her have all this attention—we need to do something!” Panic edged Vanessa’s voice.

Sophia was hit by a wave of shock.

Could it really be true? Isabella was the legendary Serena? The revelation shook her deeply.

“Understood. I’ll handle it.” She ended the call and sank into thought.

Back in Northwood, Sophia clenched her fists.

She couldn’t stand the idea that Isabella—the woman she despised—was actually the world-renowned designer Serena. It was unacceptable. She had to act.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Then she picked up her phone and made a call.

“I want full background checks on every contestant in Design Visionaries. Everything.”

The voice on the other end responded respectfully, “Right away, Miss Reed.”

After hanging up, Sophia walked to the window.

She stared out at the dim city lights.

The next morning, a man in black entered her room.

“Miss Reed, the information you requested.” He handed her a file.

Sophia took it and skimmed through the contents.

Sophie Turner, an ambitious but untalented designer, stood out. She was perfect for Sophia’s plans.

“Contact Sophie Turner for me. Offer her fame. But only if she follows my instructions exactly.”

The man nodded and left without another word.

The preliminary round began.

Under the bright lights, stunning jewelry pieces were unveiled one by one.

Isabella evaluated each design carefully.

She marked her scores with a critical eye.

The “Galaxy” necklace particularly caught her attention.

Its craftsmanship was exquisite, the design breathtaking. She smiled slightly before giving it a high score.

Among many ordinary entries, this piece truly shone.

After the preliminaries, backstage was buzzing with activity.

Just as Isabella was about to leave, a hesitant voice called out.

“Excuse me, Serena? My name is Sophie Turner.”

Isabella turned.

A young woman with a ponytail stood there, looking both nervous and hopeful. She was the designer behind “Galaxy.”

Sophie held a small box carefully.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes full of admiration.

“I’ve admired your work for so long. Your designs have inspired me deeply. Getting your recognition today… it means everything.” She held out the box. “I made these pastries myself. I hope you like them.”

Isabella accepted the box.

The sweet scent of fresh baking greeted her. She met Sophie’s earnest gaze and felt touched.

She smiled warmly. “Your design showed real creativity and charm. Keep dedicating yourself—you’ll go far.”

Tears welled in Sophie’s eyes.