"Go, Niamh!"
Before she could even present her piece, a cheer rose from the audience, someone shouting encouragement for Niamh.
She looked up, surprised to see Preston Winslow standing among the crowd, waving his arms at her with all the enthusiasm of a proud parent at a school play.
Niamh froze for a moment, only to watch as Preston was promptly reprimanded by an usher and sheepishly sank back into his seat.
Seeing Preston Winslow at the jewelry design competition was already enough to throw Niamh for a loop. The fact that he openly cheered for her left her completely bewildered—half amused, half confused.
At the neighboring workstation, Marina, despite her flawless, sweet makeup, couldn't hide the irritation on her face.
What was Preston Winslow playing at?
Cheering only for Niamh?
There was no way he hadn't seen her there, standing tall on the stage, right next to Niamh. Marina refused to believe she could be overlooked so easily.
She'd already noticed Preston's attitude toward Niamh had changed. Still, Marina was convinced that the moment she claimed the championship, Preston's eyes would hold no one else but her.
Curling her glossy pink lips in a sly smile, Marina regained her composure, shooting Niamh a contemptuous glance.
No matter how well-crafted Niamh's unfinished earrings were, there was simply no way they could match the level of refinement in Marina's design.
But as Niamh carefully lifted her own half-finished piece from its box, Marina's smirk slowly faded, her lips stiffening as shock crept over her features.
In the audience, Quentin suddenly shot to his feet.
"Quentin, what's up? Need to use the restroom?" Sophia asked, curiosity lighting her face.
"Uh, no… it's nothing…" Quentin muttered, sinking back down, flustered.
Thank God the hall was dark, with all the spotlights focused on the stage. Otherwise, there'd be no way to explain his startled, distracted expression to Sophia and Natalie.
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