After the board meeting, Peter nearly ran a red light as he sped toward Sapphire Summit Hall. Glancing anxiously at his watch, he calculated the time, then sprinted the moment he parked his car.
By the time he burst through the hall doors, Niamh was already onstage, just as she removed her entry—her own design—from the model's head.
The headpiece wasn't symmetrical. With a deft motion, Niamh clasped together the two metallic lace ribbons dangling from either end, and in an instant, the accessory transformed into a three-dimensional sculpture.
Peter's lips curled into a knowing smile.
Niamh had won.
He didn't need to see the judges' scores; he could already sense the outcome.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Preston Winslow, who'd just dashed back from the restroom, leapt to his feet, clapping wildly. Not far away, Quentin joined in, his expression a mixture of awe and disbelief.
Niamh said nothing. She simply presented her creation to the judges in silence.
She believed her work spoke for itself—answering every doubt, every question.
Onstage, Marina was shaking with fury.
Impossible… How could Niamh come up with something like this?
Even the other contestants, all except Marina, couldn't help but applaud Niamh's ingenuity. Marina hesitated, then forced herself to join in, clapping stiffly, her face flushed.
Niamh's design, worn as a headpiece, was a breathtaking, one-of-a-kind creation: a scarf of 22-karat white gold, encrusted with a mosaic of dazzling gemstones. But when removed and the lace ribbons fastened, it became the perfect model of a human brain.
On one side, a ruby; on the other, a sapphire—together forming the left and right hemispheres.
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