[No doubt about it. The tablecloth must be a knockoff. Who in their right mind would use real Chanel fabric like that? What a waste!]
[Exactly! My grandma owns a “classic LV” handbag from the flea market, probably twenty-five bucks max. Poor people wouldn’t recognize true luxury if it hit them in the face.]
[Quick, get rid of the tablecloth, little pauper! Or Chanel might come knocking with a lawsuit for copyright infringement!]
The flood of criticism wasn’t lost on Claire. Her smug grin widened as her confidence soared.
“See? No matter how hard you try, once this show is over, you’ll understand; you’ll never reach my level.”
The competition itself was split into two parts: family atmosphere and personal conduct. But the wildcard? A hidden round designed to expose financial status.
When asked about her parents’ professions, Claire eagerly grabbed the microphone, her smile practically glowing with pride.
“My mom’s a renowned piano teacher and she even has several original compositions to her name! As for my dad? He’s even more extraordinary. He’s a highly respected professor in the education field. His consultation fees are calculated in the thousands per hour!”