My Mom Reposting My Uncensored Photos After My Death

My outfit would rip during today's performance, and I would accidentally flash the audience.

Despite being the victim of a wardrobe malfunction, the internet accused me of deliberately ripping my outfit to seduce sponsors and for clout; similar to how a few female celebrities would purposefully flash on the red carpet.

The internet called me names, and I was embarrassed to be in the center of it all.

At this moment, I looked around the waiting room. My group's leader, Juliet, threw the bag with my outfit on my lap.

"Go change instead of standing in my way. You're ruining my vibe," she said coldly, to which the other members agreed. Only Erin, our assistant, gave me a sympathetic look.

I silently looked down at the bag that contained my clothes and smiled.

Everyone in AM came from a powerful family, especially Juliet. I was the only 'commoner' among them. Despite following the rules to the best of my ability, Juliet had never shied away from bullying me.

Now, it was my turn.

Like last time, our performance was a success.

We sang and danced with everything we had under the lights, and our fans screamed in support… until the woman in the center experienced a wardrobe malfunction.

Both straps holding onto her top snapped without warning, and just as she raised her hands to cover her chest, someone raised their camera and began to record what happened.

Juliet fell to the ground in shock.

Our performance was put on pause after this incident.

Erin quickly rushed forward and gave Juliet her jacket, then she assisted her off the stage.

The audience began to point fingers at Juliet, while some men sneered with lust.

Even the emcee began to stutter, and the man had seen his fair share of incidents throughout his career.

It was chaos.

I followed the other members down the stage as well. Immediately, we were surrounded by a hound of reporters, all wanting to get first-hand information about the incident.

"Do you think Juliet flashed the audience on purpose for clout? Or did she do it to seduce the sponsors sitting below?"

They asked the same ridiculous question as they did in my previous life. Back then, Juliet merely averted her gaze and said, "Blossom doesn't have a lot to show, so this was her only way to gain popularity. Please, I feel really sad for her…"

As the most popular member of our group, her words decided my fate in the entertainment industry. From then onward, I was known as the shameful woman who would do anything for fame.

I snapped away from my memories and smiled at the reporter before me. "Juliet is…"

I was just about to answer when Juliet rushed over and dragged me to the makeup room, where the lights were off.

She glared at the outfit I had yet to take off and screamed, "You did this to me, didn't you?!"

Shrugging, I pulled out my phone to show her the video that was spreading like wildfire across social media. In the video, Juliet was seen cutting up one of the performance outfits in the fitting room.

"Didn't you cut your own clothes for clout?" I asked, confused.

Everyone and their mom had already seen the video, and comments expressing the netizens' distaste for such shameful behavior came flooding in.

Juliet never considered that her actions would be caught on camera. She screamed.

When she looked at me again, her eyes were frantic and red. She grabbed my wrist. "No! I cut your outfit, not mine! How could this have happened?!"

How else but the fact that I had gone to the fitting room before her and set up the camera, then swapped our clothes after she was done?

Everyone's outfit was the same for this performance, but we all wore different sizes, so our outfits were labeled accordingly.

All I had to do was swap our labels.