[You uncultured country bumpkin! Look at you, acting like you’ve never seen the world!]
Meanwhile, the comments section exploded with laughter.
[I’m crying! Did she really just call Chanel a tablecloth?]
[This kid is too much. A true country girl moment!]
[If you can’t afford to give your kids a decent life, maybe don’t have any!]
I wasn’t lying.
I stared at the tablecloth on the screen, then shrugged. “Oh, maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
Claire’s eyes widened as she turned to look at the screen again.
Sure enough, the camera zoomed in on the wobbly, corner-chipped table in my house. Draped across it was a piece of fabric identical in pattern and style to her dress. It was an absurdly perfect “matching outfit” moment.
The audience comments rolled in like a tidal wave.
[Now that I look closely, it really does look the same!]
[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!”
She turned her smirk toward me, her gaze full of provocation. “And what about your family?”
My family? Pretty ordinary, I suppose.
I answered truthfully, “My dad lays bricks at construction sites. He spends his days wearing a safety helmet and running around under the sun. My mom works in a flower shop and in her free time, she enjoys playing mahjong with the aunties next door.”