Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 65

The crowd's attention shifted to the display. The design seemed a bit over the top, perhaps in an effort to highlight the large ruby nestled at the floral center.

The necklace and earrings had possessed a natural synergy that the ring lacked.

Bridget's face went through a quick succession of changes, her grip on the microphone tightening as she struggled to maintain the poise and grace she was known for. "Thank you for your feedback. I'll keep up the work."

Eloise seemed quite pleased with Bridget's response, paying her more attention.

"Ms. Simpson, your current designs have far exceeded my expectations for this competition. I'm curious, is there anyone here whose work you particularly look forward to competing against?"

This question sparked interest among the crowd, offering a much-needed break from the monotony of sequential presentations.

After a moment's thought, Bridget smiled and said, "Actually...there's a classmate of mine here who also has taken part in this competition, I've always admired her works. I wouldn't dare say I'm up for a direct competition, but I do wish more people could see her work." To the onlookers, Bridget had already won the day with her modesty, her willingness to help others, as well as her elegance and charm.

Eloise couldn't

host then announced, "Let's

The host, thinking Sylvia might not have heard, called out again with

Silence followed.

compete with me. After all, she has always been top among the classes. Perhaps I

crowd erupted in

her respect and yet she brushed it off. What's this

trying to

being top, what a

of skills. She cast a

had to claim,

I thought I had time for a quick bathroom

dress trailed behind her like light ripples on water, highlighting her elegant form. Her long hair cascaded down her fair shoulders, shimmering with each step. And her face,

approached Bridget, it was clear who held the room's attention