My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 63

With a sound of something tearing up, Isabel cut an opening on the shirt, and with a slight and sharp tug, the whole thing came off like a rag.

She hurled it on Florence’s face with utter pride and arrogance.

“There’s only twenty minute left until the opening sequence. Take your shabby shirt and get lost now.”

As she hugged her spoilt shirt, Florence felt a chill running over her skin, as if she had been confined in an ice cave.

She had the most potential this time to seize the championship, and her dream ever since she was little was almost realized. It was just right in front of her eyes, and she just needed to take a step and her dreams would come true. She would be able to stand on the most magnificent stage and be celebrated as the most famous designer.

Yet…

Everything was ruined at the moment. She had forever lost her chance.

Florence didn’t remember how she had gotten out of the venue of the design competition. The night breeze was howling all around her, and all she could feel was a chill that attacked her bones.

She trod forward with her rigid body aimlessly, and she didn’t even dare to steal a glance behind her back.

In the venue of the competition.

The competition finally started, and every model made their appearance with each of them wearing designer clothes.

Among the audience, there were quite many who were Florence’s supporters, and some of them were even raising up a flashing and blinking display board which had Florence’s name on it.

In the competition this time, Florence had the highest degree of support among the candidates. Almost everyone were looking forward to what kind of outstanding attire she would create this time.

However, when it was finally Florence’s model’s turn to walk the runway, she was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t Florence’s model appearing now?”

“Is there an issue?”

The crowd burst into a bout of discussion, and a commotion slowly took over the scene.

On the judges’ seats, the three judges turned to look at Ernest at the same time.

One of them who were seated the nearest to him whispered, “Mr. Hawkins, it has been some time, but Florence is not making her appearance yet. Shall we send someone to look for her, or shall we just proceed with the competition?”

They were being polite although they held the opinion that participant who was not punctual should get her qualification revoked and the show should go on with the other contestants.

However, due to the ambiguous relationship between Ernest and Florence, nobody dared to push their luck and voiced their concern.

Ever since the start of the event, Ernest didn’t look very happy. His depthless gaze was trained in the direction of the stage where contestants would make their entrance.

He was seated elegantly on his seat, yet he was exuding a dangerous aura.

Timothy came over and bent over by Ernest’s ears as he whispered, “Sir, I don’t know what is going on, but someone told me he witnessed Ms. Fraser leaving the backstage half an hour ago. It looks like… she has forfeited her participation in this competition.”

The expression on Ernest’s face became darker and darker.

The next moment, he stood up abruptly and marched in the direction to the outside of the venue.

All three of the judges were confused by his actions, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you going?”

The competition was still ongoing, so how could a judge leave the venue so suddenly?

However, their question remained to be unanswered as Ernest’s huge frame disappeared in their field of vision very quickly.

The three judges exchanged glances without knowing what to do next. Since Mr. Hawkins had left, they had one less judge. How could they continue with the competition?

Florence were dragging along her luggage from the hotel, and she boarded a bus which was headed to City N.

She was sitting next to a window, and her forehead was perched up against it. Her gaze lacked any emotion and substance, as though she had turned into a lifeless doll without any vitality.

The bus almost reached the next stop, and two girls stood up in preparation to get off the bus.

When they passed by Florence, they sneaked another glance at her. It seemed like they could somehow recognize her.

One of the girls inched closer and asked, “Miss, are you Florence?”

Florence looked up at them with confusion in her eyes.

These two girls were total strangers to her. She had never seen them before.

The girl hastily shoved her phone which was playing a live streaming video in Florence’s direction.

“I am a loyal fan of the Ovi Fashion Design Contest, and I have become Florence’s fan since the last round of competition. You look like her so much. Are you Florence by any chance?”

Florence’s eyes gradually reddened as she gazed at the familiar venue of completion and the runway for models.