Violet heard the man was unhappy, covered her lips and laughed, "Well, I am just kidding, go and rest,
you are over thirty, if you don't take care of your body again, in case you really collapse one day, what
should me and the two children do? Maybe I will really take the two children and remarry."
"Don't you dare!" Stanley's volume rose.
Violet laughed out loud, "Let’s see."
Stanley's thin lips pursed into a straight line, "You don't have that chance, you can only be mine."
"Fine, fine, then go get some rest, I should go out for the competition too, and I have to pick up Steven
afterwards." Violet said looking at the time.
Stanley nodded, "Okay."
The call ended and he put the phone down, looking at some papers in front of him, and after a few
seconds of silence, he finally pushed them aside and stood up.
Violet's remark about the fact that he was being over thirty made him feel a tinge of hurt.
On top of that, there was her line about dying suddenly and taking her two children and remarrying
after his death, and having them call another man their father, which pissed him off even more.
Well, take a break, he was not going to give her a chance to remarry.
Stanley rubbed his brow and headed for his room.
Abroad, Violet put down her phone and smiled, "Silly Man."
She could probably imagine how Stanley on the other end of the phone looked at the moment, and
must have dutifully gone to get some sleep.
He was a noble and arrogant man, but in fact, after getting to know him, she found that he was quite
childish.
She thought that was probably his true character, except that having grown up with an elite education,
he habitually hid his true character under a cold exterior and would only reveal a bit of it to those
closest to him.
And she was the one closest to him.
After breakfast, Violet left the two children to the maid and set off with Linda for the competition.
As more rounds were played and more players were eliminated, the rules of the competition began to
change.
Like in this competition, instead of eliminating the last two in each group individually anymore, an entire
group was eliminated.
So this time, it was a group competition with tricky rules, the organizer arranged several models with
distorted body shapes and assigned them to several teams, so that several teams could design clothes
for their group models, covering up the flaws of these models' figures and showing all their strengths.
In other words, for this competition, Linda and the rest of the models were retiring from the show for
now.
Linda came to Violet, "Violet, this competition is too hard."
Violet nodded, "Indeed, there is no prescribed theme for this competition, allowing the designers,
according to the models assigned, to play individually, so the clothes designed will be in a variety of
styles, unable to be uniform, and when the time comes, some designers' works will be deducted points
if they don't fit that model, and then pull down the group's score."
After all, fashion designers aesthetically have high standard and they had their pride in designing
clothes and never considered whether those with deformed bodies could wear the clothes or not, and
they didn't even want to see their clothes being worn by those people.
Because it would ruin the clothes, and on top of that, outsiders would laugh at their clothes on
someone like that, it would simply bring them down.
So the vast majority of designers in the world had never designed clothes for people with deformities
and many of them were now frowning when such competition rules appear.
Even Violet herself had never designed for these people, including her teacher, Merced.
It was not that they despised this kind of people, but the fashion industry had never had people with
deformed bodies walking on stage, even the designs drawn on paper, the human sketches were tall
and slender, plus designers were trained by famous teachers, and they only designed clothes for
celebrities. The celebrities cared about their image, and naturally there were no people with bad
bodies.
"God, Violet, did you feel that? The atmosphere around us is so heavy." Linda whispered as she
rubbed her arms.
Violet smiled, "Of course it's heavy, none of them have designed clothes for those people before, so
now they're all a bit panicked because they don't know how to design. Models and designers go hand
in hand, a good model will make the designer suddenly inspired, a bad model might even make the
designer not inspired in the slightest. "
"That's true, they're in this uninspired state right now." Linda nodded.
Violet sighed, "Yes, the designers are aesthetic and can't tolerate anything less than beauty in their
eyes. If they don't face these models with their hearts, it's hard to be inspired."
"Are you inspired, Violet?" Linda asked.
Violet shrugged her shoulders, "No, because I don't know which model is assigned to Group A yet."
She gazed over to a few models on stage.
There were midgets who were only about a meter tall, conjoined people with two heads and one body,
and people with half of their bodies atrophied and the other half normal ......
This competition was really sick.
Who came up with such a contest rule?
Soon, each team leader went up and drew lots to determine the models.
Team A leader, Elena, went up to the raffle under great pressure as her teammates watched.
Linda laughed out loud, "Violet, look at her, she looks like she's going to the guillotine."
"Because she's so stressed out, she's afraid of choosing a bad model and being blamed by us." Violet
said as she looped her arms.
Linda pressed her lips, "Yes, I don't think she needs to worry about that, because although the models
on stage all have different body deformities, the difficulty of designing clothes for them is the same, so
it makes no difference which model is chosen."
"No, the other models are the same, but there is one model that is different." Violet's gaze was fixed on
the joined ladies.
Linda saw that and blinked, "Did you say number two?"
"Right." Violet nodded seriously, "Although they are in the same body, they are, in essence, actually
two people, and since they are two people, their preferences, their favorite colors, and their favorite
styles must also be different, and if the styles are similar, it's okay, but what if they are just the
opposite?"
Linda, though not a designer, understood what happened when styles were reversed.
If the sisters on stage liked both styles, plus they were in the same body, then they, as designers, had
to bring the two elements together.
Linda shuddered as she thought roughly about the clothes that would come from combining these two
completely styles.
That would be weird.
"I see, so Elena is worried about choosing them right?" Linda said as she looked at Elena who had her
hand in the box on stage.
Violet nodded, "Yes."
"But it looks to me like she actually chose it." Linda said as she watched Elena’s depressing look.
The corners of Violet's mouth twitched, "This is probably destiny, the more you fear something, the
more you get it, but it is good, although the challenge is huge, if the design is successful, it will be good
for everyone's design skill."
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