Chapter 110
Rafael and a group of models returned backstage, making way for a new batch to take the stage.
The models who had shared the stage with Rafael didn’t look too pleased.
Who would have thought their luck would be so poor as to coincide with Anfeel’s appearance? He had overshadowed them completely. Rafael was all smiles, scanning the room until his gaze finally settled on Kaylee. He took a step towards her. Kaylee’s breath hitched. She watched Rafael stop in front of her, his lips slightly moving. She was spellbound. “I’ve seen the judges‘ reactions. They are visibly pleased. You should be able to secure a position.” Though they were nearly half a meter apart, to Kaylee, he felt incredibly close!
Her heart raced, and she couldn’t muster a single word, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Despite Rafael having exited the stage, the cheers hadn’t died down, each wave louder than the last
Yvonne listened without a change in expression, though intemally, a storm raged. She wouldn’t allow anyone to steal her spotlight or her fame.
Especially not Kaylen, who’s Flora’s friend.
She casually lifted her phone, aiming the camera at Rafael and Kaylee. The click of the shutter button could be heard.
She nonchalantly slipped the phone into her pocket, stood up, and led her model to prepare for their entrance backstage.
Flom was playing with her phone, dozing off.
Connor had finished his meeting and said he’d pick her up later for some grilled fish. Flora replied with a simple “okay, struggling to keep her eyes open.
“Next, we have-contestant number 45, Yvonne, showcasing her design, ‘Boundless Love.”
At the mention of Yvonne, Flora lazily opened her eyes, glancing at the stage. Then, her gaze hardened,
A deep blue evening gown hugging the model’s graceful figure caught her attention. The lamplight cascaded down, the silver threads shimmering softly like the moon in the sky.
As the model drew nearer the designs embroidered on the deep blue gown became clear to everyone. The embroidery looked like a great landscape.
The crowd was stirred. Even those watching the live stream felt inspired!
[Absolutely brilliant! This design is the highlight of the show!
[It’s more than just a show highlight. It could represent the country at a national fashion design competition.]
(Folks, I checked, and the designer, Yvonne, is not even twenty! She has won countless awards and is hailed as a prodigy!
[While she steps onto the international stage at twenty, I’m still bumbling through my days.]
[This must be what it’s like in the world of geniuses! I’m off to follow her!]
I think she and our Rafael would make a perfect match…]
[Shut it. Why do these fashion designers love to stir things up? No one matches up to Rafael!]
[Exactly, shameless. Stop making baseless claims, or you’ll learn what online fury means!
Today, apart from those genuinely interested in fashion design, the majority of the viewers were Rafael’s fans.
Rose had provided all of Rafael’s outfits, including his casual wear. She had been a significant support to Rafael even before he rose to fame
Rafael’s fans held Rose in high esteem. Knowing she organized this competition, despite finding it somewhat dull, they eagerly came to support it.
So, when someone tried to pair Yvonne with Rafael, the fans collectively took control of the narrative
[God, this is astounding. This is my first time witnessing such an impactful design. It feels as if all the landscapes are in my heart…]
The onsite audience continued their fervent discussions. Their eyes filled with astonishment.
Many took out their phones to follow Yvonne on Twitter. She was such a treasure. They needed to cherish her!
Onstage, the model struck a pose, then held it, allowing everyone a clearer view of the dress‘ details.
Flora leaned back in her chair her eyes emotionless as she stared at the platform, her tongue clicking against her teeth.
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