“Your model, of course. Previously, designers were eliminated based on the blueprints of the outfits. There was no runway segment at all. Now, you've got a tanned-skinned model, and the fabrics are so plain and ordinary. How are you going to win?”

Although the designer had said that she was worried for Natalie, her tone did not carry even a hint of worry. Instead, she sounded like she was mocking Natalie.

Although Natalie could clearly smell the mockery in her tone, she remained calm and smiled faintly, grabbing a red piece of chiffon. “I don't know if I can win, but I know I don't want to lose.”

The designer froze for a moment before asking in surprise, “Does that mean that you've already found inspiration for your design?”

“Yup!” Natalie admitted carefreely, not in the mood to act modestly.

She had already come up with a basic idea for her design while taking the model's measurements.

The female designer gulped, realizing that Natalie's gaze now looked different. The designer no longer acted proudly as she laughed, embarrassed. “Ms. Smith, you really live up to your name.”

acting as if she's that great.” Jasmine had silently wheeled herself over and interrupted

words, her eyes lit up. “Do you mean that

afraid that her words would be

do with gentleness and softness. Even if she managed to design something,

designer replied,

of chiffon and smiled. “You two don't need to worry about me. Why don't you worry about yourselves? If both my design and model won, it would truly be a

her eyes. “Let's see if you have what it takes to

took a stack of fabrics

other female designer also left soon

at them as

the rack and took an entire bunch out easily. It was the same with the model. Jasmine barely approached her before the model walked

had heard about the competition theme and details long before

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