Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 201

Amelia should have just let them run Heidi over back then!

Forty minutes later, the competition host turned on the microphone and said excitedly, "The global off-site voting has ended! Our champion has been decided. Let's unveil the results!"

On the big screen, each artwork was displayed with its creator's name, accompanied by a voting bar of different colors. The rankings were clear at a glance.

As the host's passionate voice rang out, the vote counters for the final six seamstresses started rolling. With each passing second, their votes skyrocketed.

In Prosper Stitch Group's seating area, four people were present—Janice, Edward, the vice director, and Clara Lancaster from the PR department.

Among the thousand attendees, nearly all eyes were glued to the vote bars.

Janice's Embers & Waves had a black vote bar. It surged forward quickly, instantly surpassing the other contestants.

The scrolling numbers hadn't stopped yet.

As the speed slowed down, one particular work closely followed Janice's tally.

The venue fell into absolute silence. Finally, the scrolling came to an end. A round of applause erupted all at once.

The champion had been revealed, and a golden crown icon appeared above Janice's name. She turned to Edward with a smile, exhaling in relief.

Meanwhile, the seamstress from Onley Group, who had narrowly lost, looked grim. If she failed to win first place, she would have to return the full sum Onley Group had paid her. She glared in the direction where Prosper Stitch Group's seats were.

Why did they have to compete this year?

"Congratulations, Ms. Janice Smith! Now, let's all admire the masterpiece that claimed first place!"

The screen zoomed in on Embers & Waves.

Even those in the industry who had lost couldn't help but marvel at its success and intricate detail.

Meanwhile, Celine Harper, the head of the National Crochet Union, scrutinized the crochet piece carefully. Something about the style and stitching habits felt eerily similar to Shirley's work.

She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Shirley via WhatsApp.

"Ms. Olson, doesn't this piece resemble your style?"

Janice had brought two phones today, each logged into different WhatsApp accounts. Seeing the message, she replied. "I'm seeing it right now. I'm here at the venue."