Sylvia looked out at the audience, her face a mask of indifference as she accepted the heavy trophy.
It felt as if invisible hands were strangling her, the sensation of suffocation whispering how difficult it was to escape a fate already written, especially when facing an opponent with connections.
But then, she tightened her grip on the trophy.
In her past life, she hadn't even qualified to compete. This time, she had snatched the trophy right from under Bridget's nose. At least, that damned destiny was beginning to shift. Someday, it would align with her desires.
Sylvia lifted her head, smiling at the audience and, more specifically, at the owner of a certain pair of eyes.
Rupert.
No one could bring her down, unless...she fell herself.
Down in the audience, Orson approached Rupert, leaning in to report.
"Mr. Garcia, it's done."
"Okay."
Rupert held his coffee cup and sipped, his gaze met Sylvia’s, his displeasure hidden behind a squint. Her smile, radiant under the spotlight, drew the gazes of all men. He could even hear the men beside him joking softly, plotting how to ask Sylvia for her contact information later.
His cold gaze silenced them immediately.
As the competition neared its end, Bridget, bubbling with excitement, headed for the interview area, eager to let the world know she had won.
But before she could take another step, Eloise's voice filled the hall.
"Wait, there's one more thing I'd like to announce. Given the exceptional talent of the contestants this time, the studio and I have decided that the top three will be offered internships. We hope to see more outstanding jewelry designers in the future."
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