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.

be inappropriate. Even Eloise couldn't help but applaud, sending the host a

host then announced, "Let's invite Sylvia to stage

after his voice trailed off, there was no response. The host, thinking Sylvia might not have heard, called out again with his voice

Silence followed.

her eyes sparkling with anticipation, looked hurt, "Maybe she doesn't want to compete with me.

in whispers

she brushed it off. What's this pretence

trying to help her,

this talk of being top, what a

arrogance despite their lack of skills. She cast a glance at the host, signaling him to declare

claim, "Then

scheduled to appear yet, so I thought I had time for a quick

voice, a figure in a flowing lilac gown made a graceful entrance. The dress trailed behind her like light ripples on water, highlighting her elegant form.

held the room's