Violet drew the design very quickly. In just seven or eight minutes, the outline of the clothes was
already on the paper. It was a long dress that stretched to the ground, with a deep V design on the
upper body and transparent long puff sleeves.
Below was a large fluffy dress. Although the dress was large, it was not cumbersome and heavy. On
the contrary, it was very soft and elegant. Starting from the waist, there were large and small flowers
and leaves dotted on it. If other dresses had so many flowers, they would look quite vulgar.
But Violet's dress was not only not vulgar, but also delicate.
When Fraser saw it, he was so shocked. As Violet was drawing, Fraser praised in surprise, "Mr.
Murphy, I am really convinced by Violet. Her design is completely eligible for the champion of the
competition. Even on the International show, it will be also a highlight."
"Yeah. But this is just our idea. In our opinion, this dress may be the pinnacle of other designers and
can get the champion. But for her, the dress is just an ordinary work that could be designed at any
time." Stanley looked at Violet seriously, his eyes full of pride for her.
When Fraser heard this, he exclaimed, "Violet’s talents are also awesome."
Stanley raised his chin and was noncommittal about this.
After Violet finished the coloring, she scanned the design drawing into the computer, got up and placed
the body model on the table, then unfolded a few pieces of fabric, picked up the scissors and started
cutting.
The clothes-making time given by Design Association was five hours. For some designers who were
only good at drawing pictures but not good at making clothes, it might be a little urgent.
But for Violet, it was more than enough. This had to thanks to her teacher, Merced.
Before teaching her to design, Merced first taught her to identify cloth, dye the cloth, then cut, pattern,
and make clothes. After all these were mastered, he began to teach her to design.
Although she didn’t do all these, she never forgot them. Therefore, the dressmaking speed was almost
as fast as the design drawing. In just half an hour, the cloth had been cut into the desired look and
bounded to the body model.
When other viewers who watched the live broadcast saw this, they already knew who would win after
comparing Violet with other designers.
"Violet is so great!" Jessie and George, who returned to the hospital, were also watching the live
broadcast. They clapped their hands in excitement when they saw Violet leaving other designers far
behind.
George also smiled and nodded in response, "Yes, Violet has always been great."
This was the woman he loved. When she worked, she was shining. It was him who was in the dark and
wanted to embrace most.
He must get her!
George stared at the computer screen closely. The thick lenses couldn't stop the enthusiasm in his
eyes, which made people frightened.
Violet didn't know that she had completely become George's obsession, and he was more concerned
about her. She was sitting in front of the sewing machine and began to make flowers and green leaves
on the dress.
The production of flowers was very complicated, and there were many in number. So she spent two
hours on it at least.
After finishing making the flowers, Violet began to put the parts of the dress together in the rest of the
time.
Finally, five hours passed. She finished.
"Huh..." Violet took a long breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead. After a short sip of tea, she
called the model in.
When the black model saw the dress, she was stunned. After a few seconds, she covered her mouth,
suppressed the urge to scream, and hugged Violet.
This scene immediately made Stanley’s face sink. The pen in his hand was almost broken by him.
Especially when he heard the black model calling Violet honey, he was even more annoyed.
Seeing this, Fraser couldn't help laughing.
Mr. Murphy was actually jealous of women!
As if perceiving Fraser’s laughter, Stanley narrowed his eyes, turned off the live broadcast and stood
up.
Fraser was taken aback, quickly held back his smile and asked, "Mr. Murphy, don't you continue to
watch it?"
"No, this is not the final. It's just eight-quarter final. It doesn't make much sense to watch. Let's go to
have a meeting!" Stanley picked up a document on the table and walked to the meeting room.
"Yes!" Fraser hurriedly followed.
At the scene of the competition, Bruce announced that the dressmaking time was over. All designers
were ready to dress up the models.
On Violet's side, without waiting for her help, the black model couldn't wait to hold the dress and went
to the dressing room to change it.
Violet couldn't laugh or cry when she saw this. After shaking her head, she also went into the dressing
room to help the model tidy up the dress. If there was something inappropriate, she could change it at
any time.
Soon, the catwalk began. The venue was still in the conference room. Fortunately, the conference
room was long enough. After moving the tables and chairs, and putting on the red carpet, it was almost
a small stage.
The catwalk was the part that determined the outcome of the game, and it was also the most
anticipated part of the audience outside the live broadcast room.
Violet's entry number was fifteenth, so the model was the second-to-last one. Phoebe’s model was the
last one to show up.
The models were all lined up in the temporarily set up backstage, waiting to come out one by one.
Designers couldn't enter. They could only stand on both sides of the T stage to watch, in order to
prevent some designers from being jealous of other designers and set some traps.
"Are you afraid?" Phoebe controlled the wheelchair to Violet, and suddenly said.
Violet glanced at her faintly, "Why should I be afraid?"
"Because you will lose." Phoebe lifted her chin.
Violet squinted, "Our models haven't appeared yet. Are you so sure that I will lose?"
"Huh, absolutely!" Phoebe curled her lips.
This time, the design she used was Daphne's early work, which few people had seen it. It took her a lot
of effort to find it. Daphne was one of the greatest costume designers of the last century. How Violet
could compare with this predecessor?
Besides, the temperament of the model she chose was also very similar to Daphne's early models. So
she didn't think Violet could beat her.
"Yeah, but I don't think I will lose." Violet tucked her hair, and then looked at Phoebe with a smile, "Don't
you forget this is not the final? So I don’t need to fight with you for winning or losing. I just need to
advance!"
Hearing this, Phoebe was stunned for a moment.
Because she really forgot, and really regarded this as a final.
She wanted to compete with Violet, and subconsciously wanted to win Violet, so she completely forgot
that this was the eight-quarter match, not the semi-finals.
Seeing Phoebe’s pale face, Violet knew that she was right. She laughed, "It seems that your idea of
trying to win can't be achieved."
"So what!" Phoebe clenched her fists unwillingly, "Even if it is not the finals, there are still votes
accumulated. As long as I have more votes than you, I still win you."
"Well, as long as you’re happy." Violet shrugged.
Phoebe gritted her teeth. She originally came to provoke Violet this time. But Violet didn’t get angry,
she herself got angry.
But Phoebe didn't argue with Violet anymore, because Violet's model came out.
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