Clara gave her a fleeting glance, flashed a cold smile, and remained silent, returning her focus to her design.
Seraphina bristled. It wasn't shock she felt, just pure exasperation. How could someone with absolutely zero talent act so arrogant? It was pathetic! Let's see how hard she crashes and burns!
With a mocking scoff, Seraphina lowered her head and began her sketch. Tonight, she was going to secure a flawless victory.
For the next hour, all the contestants worked furiously on their drafts. Journalists snapped photos and flooded the internet with updates:
[Impromptu Showdown at The National Design Championship!]
Sharp-eyed netizens quickly spotted Clara in the background and unleashed their venom:
[The organizers have really lowered their standards. Anyone can join these days!]
[Seriously. I can't wait to see what kind of garbage Clara Vance comes up with!]
[I'm clearing my schedule for the next hour just to watch her get humiliated and see our girl Sera take the top spot!]
[Plus one!]
[...]
...
The minutes ticked by. When the hour was up, the staff collected the sketches and placed them under a high-resolution projector. Each designer would step up to present their concept before the judges awarded their scores.
Clara had drawn the final slot. Usually, going last placed immense psychological pressure on a contestant, but Clara was completely unbothered. She sat quietly, waiting for her turn.
Seraphina had drawn the slot right before Clara's. When she returned to her seat and saw Clara looking so ridiculously calm, she couldn't suppress a sneer.
Let's see if you can keep that poker face in a few minutes!
The presentations began.
Every participant was a top-tier graduate with a resume full of accolades, so the quality of the sketches was undeniably high.
One standout was an eighteen-year-old prodigy who had just been accepted into a prestigious overseas art institute.
Dressed in a custom Versace gown, she walked onto the stage with radiant confidence and introduced her work.
"I chose the theme 'Farewell'."
"This bracelet relies on a minimalist, elegant aesthetic. I stripped away the clutter to capture the rawest emotion of parting—the gentle reluctance, the open honesty of letting go, and the quiet hope that every goodbye holds the promise of a future reunion. Every detail carries the weight of separation, allowing all those unspoken words to linger as a soft glow on the wrist."
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