Chapter 1175:
“Christina! I knew she’d shine!”
“Wait—was she a model before? Her walk is flawless, but it carries her own unique style. What presence!”
“She must have trained. Her walk is too polished. And that design—it’s extraordinary, even more stunning than Allison’s!”
Backstage, Allison leapt to her feet the moment Christina’s work came into view, her heart surging with excitement.
She had never seen her mentor’s face, but she could never forget the unmistakable style of her mentor’s designs.
Yolanda’s pieces carried faint echoes of that style, but they were muddled with other influences, leaving behind a strange and uneven impression.
Others might not see it, but Allison did. And she knew without a doubt—Yolanda could never be her mentor.
In the end, all five judges gave top scores.
Now, Christina and Yolanda were tied for first place.
Everything hinged on one last person—Allison. Once her scores for them were revealed, the champion would be decided.
But Christina stayed calm, totally unbothered. She had full faith that her sharp-eyed apprentice would know exactly which design truly stood out.
“This is intense! When’s Allison gonna reveal the scores? Who’s gonna take the win?”
“C’mon, it’s obviously Yolanda! And I’m not biased—I just genuinely think her design’s better. Whatever Christina made? I wouldn’t wear that even if you paid me!”
“Yeah, right, ‘not biased’? You’re clearly Team Yolanda. Stop pretending to be neutral.”
Suddenly, the host’s voice rang out. “Can we have all fifteen contestants return to the stage, please?”
𝔽𝗂𝗋𝖲𝗍 𝖘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 at ⳑ𝖆Ⱡ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗆
One by one, the finalists from around the world walked back onto the stage.
“And now,” the host continued, “the internationally acclaimed designer, Allison Fuller, will reveal her scores.”
As Allison’s scores came in, the leaderboard on the big screen started shifting again.
Only two names were left—Christina and Yolanda. Their final scores still hadn’t been revealed.
The host announced, “The scores for the champion and runner-up will be presented personally by Allison herself.”
As those words echoed across the venue, Allison finally stepped onto the stage.
She was striking—graceful, with sharp features and those piercing sapphire-blue eyes that kept darting toward Christina. She tried to play it cool, but the excitement in her eyes betrayed her. Allison was struggling not to stare.
It was the first time she’d ever seen her mentor in person, and she couldn’t stop sneaking glances.
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