Violet looked at Stanley, "Honey, I'm going inside, I'll find you later."
Stanley stood up, "Go ahead, I'll go to the meeting."
Violet gave him a hug and walked away with that designer.
This walk was more lively than any of the previous rounds of the competition, with more spectators coming to watch, as well as the media filming than usual.
These were some people who apparently heard about the fashion industry reform and came to watch.
Violet stood with the designers of Group A and watched the runway on stage.
The clothes in this show, although not as flashy as usual, were more shocking than usual, because designing clothes for disables were supposed to test the designer's ability and merit.
So when designer clothes were on these models were eye-striking.
Of course, there were shocks and sighs, some of the designs fit the models on stage, while others looked ugly.
Therefore Violet all heard the cries of many designers coming from around.
"These people are definitely not crying about their designs." Elena was closest to Violet and whispered after looking around at the crying people once.
Violet nodded, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with their design, it would definitely look good on a normal person, but it wouldn't fit on these deformed models, so they're crying about those models, blaming them for ruining their design."
"That's why I despise them to have the nerve to blame the models for ruining their designs, this competition is supposed to be us catering to the models and designing based on them, not the models catering to us. They got the concept all backwards." Elena bristled, disdainfully.
Violet smiled and didn't say anything else.
Yeah, these crybaby designers have gotten even the most basic concepts wrong.
And of course Elena despised them.
Soon, the runway was over and the judges began to deliberate on the final results.
All designers were nervous during this period.
So was Violet.
She wasn't nervous about herself though, she was nervous about her teammates.
There were three designers in Group A who were really not suitable for designing clothes for disables, so the clothes designed did not look good.
So she was nervous about the work of these three designers, how much they would score, and whether they would pull down the average score for Group A.
Because with something like an average score, a point less could make them be eliminated.
Time passed, and finally, it came time for the result to be revealed.
The host came on stage with the list and began announcing the final results.
Group A had an average score of 9.28, then Group B, was 9.27, and Group C ......
As the host read further down the page, Violet's mood became more and more relaxed.
Until now, no group had scored higher than group A. Thus, it was clear that the host read the scores according to the higher or lower scores.
Sure enough, she was in a strong designer team.
Group A was the strongest group among all the designers, which was scored the highest, followed by group B, and group E was eliminated.
That was how the round came to an end.
The designers who did not eliminated were relieved and started cheering, even discussing going out for a night of drinks for celebration.
Violet didn't go, and the other designers didn't force her, because they knew that she was pregnant.
"Mr. Murphy." Violet had just walked out of the competition avenue when she was called out by Fraser.
Violet twisted her head, "You've been waiting here for me?"
"Yes, Mr. Murphy asked me to wait for you here, Mrs. Murphy. Mr. Murphy is still in a meeting and asked me to take you to the car first." Fraser said with a smile.
Violet nodded, "Thank you, Fraser."
Fraser shook her head, "You're welcome, Mrs. Murphy."
He made a gesture of invitation.
Violet followed him and went to the parking lot.
After two minutes in the car, the cell phone in her purse rang, from the mental hospital.
Knowing that it could be Phoebe, Violet answered it, "Hello."
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