I check it all over first before putting the tools into the bag.
Then, I bring the bag to eat with Nicole.
I always keep the bag in sight, except... When I go to the restaurant's bathroom.
I suddenly turn my gaze to Nicole. She panicky lower her head as soon as she looks into my eyes.
I can nearly confirm that Nicole has done something.
I'm really naive. How could I believe Nicole? She has been friends with Whitney for so many years,
Whitney must have told her about me and Frances. Once there's a problem, helping Whitney will be
preferable than helping me.
It's just that, I don't even have a pen now.
What should I do?
When everyone is sketching quickly, I'm the only one who sits there in confusion.
The MC probably feels that there's something wrong too. He walks over and asks me what's wrong.
I say, “My brush is gone.”
Every designer has their own sketching tools that they absolutely won't lend to other people so easily.
Now without my sketching brush, I can't think of other way else than sitting here.
The competition only goes for two hours. Even if I buy a new one, there's not enough time.
At the time of helplessness, one will always look at the person they want to depend on the most.
I instinctively look at Frances.
Frances suddenly stands up and walks outside.
Even the only person who can comfort me is gone, this makes me more panic.
Whitney looks at me, smiling as if her evil plot is successful.
No wonder that she pledged so sincerely last night.
It turns out that she already knows how to stop me from the competition.
I thought I already befriended Nicole.
In the end, it's just a joke.
Without any brush, I can't compete.
I am so disappointed at heart.
I start putting my things away silently before standing up.
I'm going to tell the MC that I'm quitting.
Right when I stand up, I see Frances coming back.
He's holding a set of tools.
Once I see it, I know that it's the limited edition sketching kit from DS.
Don't tell me...
A glimpse of hope flashes through my heart.
Until I see that Frances is really walking up the stage.
Once again, this man walks toward me like a God.
Last time I felt that was when I had been kidnapped and almost got humiliated by Andrew's men.
I'm like a mouse that has been living underground for so long and craves for the sun light.
While Frances is that warmth that brightens up my world.
Since then, this man came into my life. Permanently.
He walks up to me and hands that kit to me. Without saying anything, he walks down the stage.
Whitney is so angry that she keeps glaring at me fiercely.
I don't have the time to think about what she thinks of me.
Now, I must make the best use of my time to sketch.
I quickly open the kit and start sketching.
My idea is already crystal clear, I only need to sketch my thoughts and explain it well later.
I finish the sketch and gives it to the MC before the competition ends, even when there's a delay on my
start.
He collects the designs and hands those to the judges.
We walk down the stage, anxiously waiting for the results.
Nicole sits beside me but she doesn't have the guts to look at me.
Frances sits very close to me. I want to say thank you to him, but I can't.
Around ten minutes later, the competition result is out.
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