Chapter 399

She had no choice but to let it go.
Blake’s name was called, and he looked up at the screen, his eyes as intense as the
ocean.
Sierra’s hands were clenched tight as she silently begged, Pick me. Please, Blake, pick me.
The room went quiet for a heartbeat before Blake finally spoke, his voice low and cool. “I vote for number twelve, Jenny.”
Sierra shot him a glare, furious and frustrated.
Jenny, meanwhile, felt like she’d been hit by a stroke of pure luck. Was she hearing this right? Blake, the CEO of Norwood Enterprises, had chosen her?
Jenny’s design had already been in third place, but with Blake’s vote, her score shot up and she landed at the top.
Evalina watched Blake, biting her lip in suspicion. Number twelve was from his country, just like him. Was this just favoritism?
The host turned to Blake with a smile. “Blake, can you tell us why you chose number twelve?”
Blake’s face stayed cool and unreadable. “The design fits the theme, it’s unique, and most importantly, it appeals to women from different countries. It has real market potential.”
This competition wasn’t about making extravagant gowns for models of celebrities, or creating museum-worthy pieces for the rich and famous. The point was to design something that couldb actually sell, something that would catch on with regular people and set trends. Over-the-top ballgowns and dramatic looks were way off theme.
The theme was “Summer Future.” That meant summer vibes, but also innovation, trendiness, and forward-thinking style. The only designs that stood a chance were the ones everyday people would actually want.
Jenny nailed it. She understood
exactly what the judges were looking for. Her dress was simple but elegant. The top was a timeless, fitted Short-sleeve cut that showed off the shoulders and arms just right. The neckline was gently rounded with me flashy extras just comfortable and natural. From the waist down, the skirt flared out in a soft A-line, ending right at the knee-perfect for every day, but still classy. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs.net
There were no busy patterns or loud decorations. Just a thin band of delicate embroidery along the hem subtle and refined, adding a hint of texture The back had a daring open cut that highlighted the curve of the back, and a sheer ribbon at the waist fluttered with every movement, giving it a dreamy, romantic feel.
Jenny honestly never expected someone like Blake to notice her, not to mention all the votes pouring in from the audience. She could hardly believe it. Gratitude and excitement bubbled up inside her.
Lydia thought Blake had summed it up perfectly. If the theme had been “Fashion Queen,” Jenny’s dress might not have been the right fit. It was just like writing an essay for school; you only get the top marks if you actually stick to the topic.
One by one, the rest of the judges cast their votes. Two more picked Jenny. Marissa got a vote, and so did Evalina and Sierra.
Then it was Lydia’s turn.
In the fashion world, Lydia was a legend. Any designer she picked instantly became a global sensation.
“Miss L,” the host said, “which design do you have your eye on?”