The one who shouted was a bespectacled young woman with long brown curly hair and a pair of dark brown eyes. At that moment, her facial expression was distorted in fury.
She raised a finger that stabbed in Maya's direction.
"I know for a fact that this girl is a cousin of the art gallery's designer! If this art gallery does not plan on being impartial with its judgment, then your flowery speech about wanting to support the art community is nothing but a big fat lie!"
An audible gasp went through the crowd.
The art gallery staff were so shocked by the young woman's statement. They were completely oblivious.
"What?"
"That girl is Mr. Alistair Greenwood's cousin?"
Alistair wanted to speak up on Maya's behalf, but the fuming young woman stopped him.
"I can speak for myself," Maya muttered.
Her cheeks red from a mix of anger and humiliation, Maya faced the other young woman and shouted, "I did not cheat! I registered my artwork the same way everyone did!"
"You are a liar!"
