Jessie closed the album and took a deep breath.
Soon, two more days to go before she could finish what she had to do.
When the time came, she would be able to give George an explanation.
Jessie wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, got up, put the photo album back in the desk drawer, and walked out of the room.
Violet didn't stay at Jessie's house for too long and left at two in the afternoon because she had to go buy some specialties and bring them back to J City.
She had come here originally to ask Jessie herself what had happened.
But Jessie still wouldn't say anything, so there was nothing she could do, so she could only go back.
After shopping and returning to the hotel, it was already afternoon, and after Violet ordered dinner and ate it, she lay on her bed while drawing designs.
It wasn't until 9:00 p.m. she felt sleepy, and then Violet let go of her design book and pencil and laid down to sleep.
The next morning, Violet was woken up by her phone.
She took out her phone and saw that it was the branch president of the J City Design Branch Association calling.
Violet instantly woke up and sat up from the bed in a hurry, answering the call, "Mr. Webb."
"Miss Hunt, I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone asked.
Violet smiled, "No, I'm up, is there something you want to see me about?"
The branch president also smiled, "Yes, recently we are preparing to hold a competition for young fashion designers in J City, and would like to invite you to be a judge. This competition is mainly for those young and talented designers, the top ten can get the opportunity to train abroad."
"So that's how it is." Violet nodded, "But Mr. Webb, I'm curious, why do you have the idea of making me a judge?"
"Because of your current achievement, although you didn't win the last international competition, you weren't eliminated, but you withdrew yourself due to your own health, so it's clear to many of us that if you hadn't withdrawn, it's clear who the winner would have been, and now you're already the top young designer with a good position internationally. With that designer Mina who has disappeared for almost a year in the same class, you are qualified to be this judge."
"Uh ......" Hearing Mr. Webb mention Mina, Violet smiled sheepishly.
Yeah, she hasn't been open to the public yet she's actually Mina, the young, well-known designer who burst onto the international scene a year ago.
When she first returned home, her teacher told her to hide the identity of Mina for the time being and not to reveal it, so that she could use the identity of an unknown designer to enter the country, and when she had broken in to the same level as Mina, she could announce to the public that she was Mina.
But since she hadn't used the identity of Mina for a long time in the past year, she had almost forgotten that she was Mina.
Looks like it's time to announce this identity sometime.
Once the two identities, Violet and Mina, merged into one, she thought that it would be a big boost to her career, and her status in the designer circle would rise a stage.
Thinking, Violet took a breath and said, "Mr. Webb, I understand what you mean, and I'm willing to go as a judge for this, but I have to go as a judge for a competition next, the Asian Young Designer Competition, and this opportunity was secured for me by Mr. Moore, so my concern is that the two competitions might clash in terms of timing."
If there was no conflict in time, then she would naturally agree.
When the branch president heard Violet say that, he was silent for a moment before asking, "I know that the Asian Young Designer Competition is going to be held at the beginning of next month, and there are almost seven days until now, while our competition starts in the middle of next month, there is going to be some conflict."
The design competition, well, has to go through multiple rounds of elimination, and each elimination round, at the very least, takes a week.
So the competition can't really be over in just half a month.
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