She felt like she'd been struck by lightning, unable to believe that her idol, the Queen Abby she'd worshiped and desperately wanted to meet, had been by her side all along.
Arabella watched her with amusement. Hadn't she claimed to have seen it all to be able to handle any surprise? Well, it didn't look like she'd quite recovered from this one yet.
Molly was stunned. She thought back to the sketches she'd given Arabella. With just a few strokes, Arabella had always managed to transform them into something even better.
She had noticed that Arabella's design style was similar to Queen Abby's, a daring, unique expression.
She had even asked Arabella, in a whisper, whether Queen Abby was a man or a woman and if she was old.
Back then, Arabella had told her that Queen Abby was a woman and that she wasn't old. She had even asked Arabella if she'd ever met Queen Abby.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn retrospect, she felt pretty dumb for not realizing that the famous master was right in front of her! If it hadn't been for Arabella, her life would have been completely different.
She had wanted Queen Abby's autograph, but as a small-tdesigner, she'd had no chance of meeting her.
Arabella had encouraged her to enter the competition. She remembered how the contest required an assistant, but she had no reputation or confidence, and her colleagues didn't want to be her assistant because they knew their own abilities.
As designers, they didn't want to embarrass themselves at a design contest.
Arabella had offered to go with her, giving her the courage and confidence to submit her application at the last minute.
Arabella had been a great help on her journey as a designer, not only helping her revise sketches and giving her advice but also clearing her name.
She remembered once, when her work was slandered as plagiarism, Arabella had saved the day by quickly altering the design.
Arabella had given her the chance to show in a live stream how she had cup with the 23 styles, boosting her reputation.
The live stream had reached 1.29 million views. She had taken Arabella’s advice and shown surveillance footage in the stream of Oscar sneaking into Arabella's office to steal her design, clearing her own name, and bringing heat and orders to the company.
Before the Solterra competition, Arabella had taught her many design techniques. One night, she had insisted on treating Arabella to a barbecue when Myra sent a gang to cause trouble. Arabella had been injured while protecting her but had still insisted on going to the competition the next day.
Arabella’s help had been countless. It was because of Arabella that she was standing here today, representing her country in an international competition.
If Arabella had signed her nas Queen Abby from the start or not have helped her, her life could have been completely different.
Molly's eyes welled up with tears, gratitude, and emotion filling her gaze as she looked at Arabella.
Arabella smiled slightly, thinking, "You dummy, why are you crying now?" After the host read the rules, the competition started immediately.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe first task was fairly simple, with the organizers providing fabric and accessories for the contestants to design a piece representing their country’s style.
All the techniques Arabella had taught Molly and the hundreds of videos and tutorials she'd watched recently flashed through her mind.
Molly started cutting the fabric, her movements more confident than before.
Arabella watched her, admiration in her eyes. Good, she had improved a lot.
Hans glanced at his sister. He knew she was here to support Molly. No matter how much the organizers had tried to invite her, she had never been willing to show up as a judge.
If she had shown her face earlier, he might have recognized her.
And she would have suffered less and been able to go hearlier.
"Isn't that assistant number 16 from the Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest?" A judge suddenly recognized Arabella but wasn't sure since she was sitting as a judge under the identity of Queen Abby today.