NovelAppWhile it looked good overall, it didn't manage to snag the first place.
Arabella announced her scores, and the other judges snapped back to reality and started scoring too.
Because Hans left early and couldn't score, only nine judges gave scores.
Isabella was shocked to find that she was the champ after calculating the total score of the three rounds.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe runner-up was a contestant from Dawnstar, Anna.
The third place went to Molly.
But everyone there knew that if it weren't for Molly passing out all of a sudden, she would have been the overall winner, especially considering she got a high score just for modifying the skirt part in this round.
As Arabella presented Isabella with her award, Isabella felt heavy-hearted because she knew better than anyone that this championship wasn't meant to be hers.
"It's not fair to contestant number one." Isabella suddenly said.
Whatever the reason, everyone had to accept the outcome.
"| believe contestant number one is looking forward to seeing you in the next competition." Arabella comforted Isabella.
Isabella saw encouragement and affirmation in Arabella's eyes, and she could hardly believe it. When she looked again, Arabella presented the award to the next contestant.
After the award ceremony, Arabella addressed everyone, "All of you competing today are outstanding talents from various countries. Just being on this stage proves your exceptional ability. You're way ahead of most designers in this industry. Although many of you didn't get to take a trophy home, losing is not disgraceful. Those who caused trouble backstage and were taken away by the police, they are the ones who really disgraced their countries." Arabella's words were firm and powerful, "As long as you have the talent, you'll be noticed and recognized someday. Those who think they could win the trophy, we'll see you in the next competition.” The whole place erupted in applause.
Arabella left the stage and didn't go to the hospital to visit Molly until the competition was over.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Hans was by the hospital bed, waiting for the person on the bed to open her eyes.
"Where is this?" Molly's mind was still foggy.
"You're in the hospital.” Hans saw her wake up and asked softly, "Do you feel better?" "Why am | in the hospital?" Molly's mind was chaotic. After a while, she suddenly realized something, "I was still in the competition.” She tried to get out of bed but felt weak and fell into Hans's arms.
Luckily, Hans caught her in time. Otherwise, she would fall off the bed.
"It hurts." Molly tugged at the needle in her hand and gasped in pain.
"Are you okay?" Hans looked down at the girl in his arms, realized they were too close, and quickly let go of her, allowing her steady herself, "The competition is over." "It's over? What about me?" Molly tried hard to remember, and she seemed to not to have finished her work.
The last butterfly, she didn't even finish.
"How did it end so quickly? Did | place?" Molly saw Hans didn't answer, and she wanted to pull out the needle from her hand.
"You can't pull it out.” Just as Hans spoke, Molly had already reached to tear off the medical tape on her hand.
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