Chapter 417
Turns out Sierra really was just a copycat. She’d been jealous all along and tried to ruin Miss L’s name out of spite. Honestly, it was so low of her, using everyone around her like pieces on a chessboard.
Jenny felt a rush of gratitude. She never expected Lydia to actually dig up the evidence. How was she ever supposed to thank her? Ms. Norwood had looked out for her better than anyone. If Ms. Norwood were a guy, Jenny would have sworn on the spot to marry her, no questions asked.
Sierra looked completely defeated as security led her away. She was blacklisted for good, her name wiped from the international scene. Even back home, she’d be notorious in the fashion world. Her reputation was done for.
Blake could hardly believe it. His little sister had wrapped things up so neatly on her own, she never even gave him the chance to step in. It was a shame the show was still going, as all he wanted was to go over and finally reunite with her.
With Sierra out, the contest moved forward.
Jenny and Evalina’s designs stood out by miles. The top ten were set for the finals. Evalina, Luna, Amelia, Jenny, Marissa—all made the cut. Jenny held first place, Evalina second, and Marissa came in third.
All through the competition, Marissa had been a steady force. Her work was elegant and bold, with a signature style that powerful women loved. Her tailoring was flawless and refined. Third place was more than deserved.
Evalina had come here determined to win, but every single time, Jenny outdid her. It was driving her crazy. If only she hadn’t argued with Miss L at the start. If she’d won Lydia’s support, she would have had first place in the bag. Read complete versıon only at.net
For the final round, each designer had to wear their own creation on the runway, styling themselves from head to toe. Makeup, accessories, the whole look-it was all part of the score. Each took a turn on the catwalk, and the audience and judges would vote for the top three.
Some designers realized too late
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that their dresses didn’t fit them at all. They looked awkward and out of place. Tears threatened as they remembered that, in previous years, professional models had always worn the final designs. Why did they have to do it themselves this time? 1 they’d known, they would have made everything in their own size. Now, all they could feel was regret.
After the audience cast their votes, it was up to the judges. Blake went first, giving feedback to all ten
finalists. His comments gave everyone a clear sense of their strengths and where they could improve.
As Blake spoke, Lydia’s phone started buzzing with a call from a secure app. She ignored it since she was still in the middle of the C
competition. Instantly a séries, urgent messages came through.
[Lydia, Viper has found your location.]
[Other groups got word from Viper and are heading your way.]
[Also, Lydia, the Azure Alliance is on their way to France.]
Lydia frowned. She’d purposely drawn Viper and the other groups to France, but how did the Azure Alliance find her? That was a real headache.
She quickly typed out a reply and set her phone aside.
She needed to deal with Viper as fast as possible. But there was no way she’d let the trouble spill over to the competition. Panic and chaos couldn’t happen here. No one could get hurt.