SWNOVELS Chapter My Toyboy 118
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Soon, the showcase began. Designer number one kept it safe, presenting a starry night dress. Its gown was adorned with crystals, shimmering like a galaxy, symbolizing the timelessness of the universe.
As the model strutted down the runway, the designer stood on stage, explaining their creative concept. Each model had three minutes to display the design, after which the designer would escort them offstage. Judges would begin scoring the design while the model was still on the runway. Every score was made public, with each judge rating the design based on several criteria.
The scores were immediately displayed on the screen behind the stage, and the system would then calculate an overall score. Designer number one's final score was 80-an impressive mark. After designer number one's turn, it was time for designer number two, Shirley, to take the stage. I adorned in a breathtaking dress made entirely of vibrant, fresh flowers.
model entered.
Shirley's model wore a magnificent gown adorned with a myriad of flowers, each delicately placed in a dazzling array of colors and sizes, creating a visual symphony that achieved perfect harmony. The voluminous gown trailed gracefully on the floor, also lavishly embellished with blossoms of every kind, releasing a sweet fragrance that wafted through the air. Meanwhile, Shirley introduced her piece on stage, "This is Four Seasons Garden, symbolizing the cyclical passage of time through the four seasons....
As Shirley spoke, she noticed the awe in the audience's eyes, particularly among the judges, many of whom exchanged whispers and nods of approval. After her introduction, Shirley took the hand of the model and gracefully exited the stage. As she stepped backstage, she glanced at the large screen.
To Shirley's surprise, the judges had awarded her an impressive score of 95. This was a remarkable achievement, as last year's Golden Pinnacle Award winner had only garnered a score of 93
A wave of pride and exhilaration surged within Shirley. It seemed that this year's Golden Pinnacle Award was already hers for the taking.
Shirley quickly picked up her phone and entered the live room that boasted nearly a billion viewers. The discussion surrounding her creation was electrifying, with a deluge of praise flooding in. Not only was Shirley's design lauded, but her name had swiftly become synonymous with that of a genius designer.
Meanwhile, Justin and Selena were watching the livestream. When they saw Shirley showcase her "Four Seasons Garden" design, they were left utterly astonished.
Justin had always believed in Shirley's talent and liked her designs, though he felt that her past works lacked a certain finesse.
While Shirley's designs had moments of brilliance, they often bore hints of clumsiness-like a phoenix adorned with the feathers of a common fowl.
However, today's piece was nothing short of perfection, radiating a captivating spirit that left a profound impact
Justin turned to Selena, excitement bubbling within him. "I never imagined our daughter would be such a genius. Truly a prodigy!
Yet, Selena's brow furrowed slightly. The design struck a chord of familiarity within her memory.
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Shirley gazed at the overwhelming praise flooding in online, he spirits soaring as if she were floating on air. However, a glance at Cynthia's work sent a jolt of unease rippling through her heart. Having navigated the design world for several years, Shirley recognized Cynthia's creation was anything but ordinary. It would undoubtedly pose a significant threat to her chances of whining the competition.
If Cynthia were to win the Golden Pinnacle Awardd, even if Shirley were to clain another award, she would still lose. That meant relinquishing 20 percent of the company's shares, a fate she refused to accept. Meanwhile, Cynthia was absorbed in perfecting her masterpiece, making final adjustments to her design. She was set to take the stage as the 22nd contestant, with an hour to go.
The dress was already fitted onto the model, but due to its unique material, it required a few adjustments tailored to her figure. Cynthia remained engrossed in her work, meticulously refining every detail. A crowd gathered around Cynthia, captivated like art enthusiast observing an artist at work. Shirley blended in with the crowd, her gaze wandering until it landed on the high-heeled shoes displayed on the shoe rack. The model's heels, provided by the event organizers, were all dazzling crystal stilettos.
To ensure that the judges' attention remained focused solely on the designer's creations, all the models were instructed not to wear any accessories, and uniform shoes were a part of this directive.
However, since each model had different shoe sizes, the organizers had customized the heels for each one, maintaining a uniform appearance but varying in fit.
All the shoes stood neatly arranged in the shoe cabinet, each labeled with the model's number, and no one was currently attending to them
Shirley crept stealthily over to the shoe cabinet, her heart racing with mischief. With a swift motion, she retrieved a pair of high heels meant for Cynthia's model
After a few tense minutes of furtive activity, Shirley returned the heels to their place. A wicked grin spread across her face ay she thought,'Cynthia, let's see how you manage now."
Half an hour later, Cynthia, having meticulously refined every detail of her design, stood before her model, surveying her creation with great satisfaction.
With only 30 minutes until showtime, Cynthia's assistant brought the high heels for the model to wear.
As the model tested the heels, disaster struck. Her ankle twisted, sending her crashing to the ground. Sand and fabric exploded in a flurry, the exquisite gown fracturing at seams and delicate lines. Cynthia's dress was originally crafted by creating a fabric mold tailored to the model's figure. Layers of sand, mixed with seven vibrant colors and tiny crystals, were meticulously applied to the surface. The gown was a breathtaking piece. However, its sole flaw lay in its unforgiving hardness, making it prope to damage.
After a sudden tumble, the delicate curves at the waist and the zipper on the back had already begun to tear apart. Gasps of shock escaped the onlookers as if a priceless treasure had just been shattered. Cynthia was momentarily stunned, but soon, she rushed to assist the model to her feet with her assistant. The model wore an expression of sheer panic, repeatedly muttering. "Sorry, sorry."
With furrowed brows, Cynthia picked up the heels from the ground. To her dismay, she discovered that bath heels of the high-heeled shoes had snapped off
A closer inspection revealed that the fractured ends of the heels bore the unmistakable marks of having been sliced by a sharp object.
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As Cynthia surveyed her surroundings, her gaze landed on Shirly, who was lurking in the corner with her phone in hand, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. Cynthia knew exactly who was behind this sabotage. Meanwhile, Cynthia's assistant, Annie Garcia, was a Clusian girl dying at Royal Design Academy. The past two days, she had been immersed in crafting the sand-dune dress alongside Cynthia. Annie was utterly in awe of Cynthia. She had poured her heart and soul into this dress for a relentless 48 hours.
However, now, witnessing the fabric tear and ruin, tears cascaded down Annie's cheeks in an instant. Panic set in, and she was left at a loss for what to do.
At that moment, however, Cynthia didn't have the luxury of sorrow. She hurried to inspect the damage. Fortunately, it was merely some seams that had split, and repairs could be made.
However, a more dire situation loomed. The model had twisted her ankle, and it was swollen, rendering her almost immobile. With this condition, there was no chance she could take the stage. The model, despite her pain, continued to apologize profusely. Cynthia offered a few words of comfort in Enmerian.
Annie, her voice trembling with distress, cried, "Cynthia, what are we going to do? Even if the dress can be mended, we have no model"
The gown had been tailored specifically to the model's tall, statuesque figure, standing over six feet tall, making it impossible for anyone else to wear it.
Just then, a lean young figure suddenly appeared before them. Cynthia, when do you go on stage?" Cynthia looked up and saw Preston Preston had come backstage, bored from waiting outside. When Cynthia saw Preston, she felt as though she had grasped a lifeline. 'Preston, I need your help!"