"Really?" Aimee held Violet’s hand with great interest, "Violet, please tell me why it is easy to take care of Jimmy? I haven't looked after a child before, so I really want to know it. Maybe it will come in handy when I accompany Jimmy in the future."
"Okay." Violet nodded and told Aimee how she played with Jimmy in the lounge just now.
Hearing Violet's description of Jimmy, Aimee was full of envy, "Jimmy is so cute and sweet. He doesn't cry. He loves to laugh. Isn't this my ideal child? I don't even want to continue the competition. I just want to see Jimmy now."
Seeing her so excited, Violet shook her head and laughed, "If it wasn't for that I couldn't bring with my phone, I could show you Jimmy's current photos. I took a lot of pictures."
"Don't talk about it." Aimee grabbed the clothes on Violet’s chest with one hand, and blocked her mouth with the other, her face full of seriousness, "I'm afraid that if you go on talking, I can't help but run out to find Mr. Murphy to see Jimmy."
Violet couldn't help laughing, "Is it such an exaggeration?"
"You don't understand." Aimee sighed, "I just like this kind of baby. It's fine that I can't see him before, but now that I have a chance to see him, and he's still my own godson, how can I hold back?"
Violet was helpless, "Okay, then I won't talk about it."
"That's right. Don't talk about it." Aimee took a few deep breaths again, sorting out her excitement, "I'm afraid that if you go on, I will outline Jimmy's cute appearance in my mind, and then I won't concentrate on the competition."
Hearing this, Violet hurriedly stopped mentioning Jimmy, lest it really affect her. After a while, if something went wrong in the game or they didn't have inspiration, they would be in trouble.
However, Violet was still very happy. After all, someone liked her child so much. As a mother, she was naturally proud and happy.
Soon, the competition started.
It might be that Aimee was anxious to go back to see Jimmy earlier, so in the afternoon, she was extra serious.
She was so serious that Violet felt as if she had changed.
But seeing her so serious, Violet also raised her spirits and became serious. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep up with her rhythm and would drag her.
The top three in this round were not decided on the same day.
After all, it was impossible for designers to draw a completely satisfactory final draft in one day.
So generally, most designers could hand in the manuscript when they had no inspiration and couldn't draw anymore, and then they could continue to draw tomorrow.
The first round of competition lasted three days. After three days, the draft was completely finalized, and the top three would be decided.
So today, designers could hand in the manuscript when they felt it was okay and then they could leave.
Of course, if there was a designer who thought that the design he or she drew today could be regarded as the final draft, he or she could tell the organizer when submitting the draft and wait for the result of the competition in three days.
Violet had already drawn the manuscript at this moment.
She looked at the beautiful design in her hand, which made others’ breath stagnate at first glance, and then looked at Aimee, who also drew beautiful jewelry designs, then she asked with a smile, "How is it?"
Aimee didn't answer, but glanced at the design in her hand. When she saw the clothes Violet designed, she whistled, "Violet, we really deserve to be the best partners. Obviously we didn't discuss too much before designing. More often, we still tacitly agree to draw according to our own ideas. After the design is completed, we will see whether the clothes and jewelry can be matched together. If not, we will modify them according to what can be matched together, but now it seems that there is no need to modify them. Our design is very matched."
She had never really met a fashion designer who fit her so well.
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