But because she didn't want to be rude, she didn't ask him to leave.
Florence didn't bother anymore, she didn't have much time so she had to put all her focus into her work.
Cooper looked at Ernest with an indifferent look, and his eyes deepened.
Ernest wasn't reading his book, he was clearly just having an eye on him and Florence.
Didn't he already have a fiance? Why was he having this ambiguous attitude towards Florence?
Even thought Ernest was very quiet while he was flipping through his pages, but his aura was too strong, Florence couldn't simply ignore his existence.
This made her more reserved while she was working, and she also lowered her voice, it took a while before she got used to it.
When it hit the noon hours, the hotel staff brought some lunch over.
It was a couple of dishes, enough for two.
When the clerk came in, he saw that there was another person in the room, and immediately said, "I am sorry, I didn't know there were three of you, I will ask them to bring another set of utensils and food."
"No need." Ernest put down his book and got up.
Florence thought he was going to leave and wanted to walk him to the door, but she heard his deep voice that didn't allow any denial, "Let me taste it."
Florence was speechless, it was time for tasking the food again, and she couldn't decline that.
So she turned to Cooper and said to him, "Cooper, have your lunch first, I gotta do something, I'll be back later."
Cooper's eyes were complicated, his handsome face showed a smile though, and he replied quickly, "Sure!"
Florence went outside with Ernest.
Cooper, left alone in the room, looked at the lunch on the table, and suddenly felt no appetite anymore, instead, he seemed lost.
There was another table filled with delicious food, and Florence did her tasting, not only her taste buds were satisfied, but her stomach was as well.
After lunch, Florence went back to her room, but what was surprising was that Ernest came along with her again.
He sat down on the sofa elegantly, picked up his book, and kept reading it.
Florence didn't dare to say anything since he looked so focused on it, then she buried herself into work again.
Time passed quickly when people were busy, it seemed like a blink of an eye as the days passed.
The contest started.
The contest officially started at 8 o'clock in the evening, after the semi finals, they would be standing on stage watched by the whole country, there would be an audience, and a lot of cameras to show them live on TV.
It was going to be huge and lively.
At 6pm, Florence arrived backstage at the contest.
She went towards her spot that she was arranged to, but then she ran into Isabel.
Isabel looked very pretty, her makeup was elegant, and her aura was stunning.
She looked at Florence with cold eyes, her voice was challenging her.
"Florence, I never thought that you would get a chance to join the contest, I thought you wouldn't even have the chance for your design." Then she paused for a little before she continued mockingly, "Maybe just because you didn't have enough time, so you just drew anything in a hurry to walk through? If you are going to present bullshit, it's going to affect the name of the Ovi Fashion Design Contest."
She didn't even lower her voice when she said that, a lot of people around them heard her.
And this was what the other designers were worried about as well.
They were all allowed to take part of the semi finals, each one of them were really good, if Florence's work was too shitty, she wouldn't only lose her own face, but drag everyone with her.
What Isabel just said threw Florence against the other designers.
Florence pressed her lips together as she felt all eyes on her, but she said without caring about it, "You'll see soon if my work is shit or not."
"Then let's see, do your best." Isabel said laughing, but her eyes were showed that she was up to no good, as if she was planning something.
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