“Oh my god! What is Ramona’s aesthetic? So tacky and cheap.”
“Piling on all your jewelry doesn’t automatically make you look good, you know.”
“It’s like a pheasant trying to not lose to a phoenix by sticking a bunch of peacock feathers on itself, LOL!”
“Is this an ‘Instagram vs. Reality’ comparison?”
“What you order online: Niamh. What you get: Ramona.”
“Ramona looks like a clown next to Niamh.”
“It just goes to show, simple accessories work when the dress is a masterpiece.”
“Ramona does not look like the sharpest tool in the shed, does she?”
Ramona’s outfit was being mercilessly roasted across all live-streaming platforms. Though she couldn’t see the comments while walking the red carpet, the moment she saw Niamh’s gown, she knew she had lost. She had dressed so ostentatiously to create a stark contrast with a typically understated Niamh. She never imagined Niamh would show up in such a bold fashion.
“The Quinn Group.”
A triumphant smile instantly spread across Ramona’s face.
“Let’s welcome the representative of The Quinn Group, Ms. Quinn, to the stage for her acceptance speech.”
Ramona rose from her seat, her chin held high, radiating an air of conceited pride. Before heading to the stage, she turned to scan the rows of guests behind her. The lighting was too dim to find Niamh and Jonathan. Did they leave early? she wondered. Suddenly, she understood why Niamh had dressed so extravagantly. She must have been informed by the organizers that her company wouldn’t be winning. Her grand entrance was just a way to claim a victory on the red carpet.

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