Chapter 509 Situation
The classical fashion show was about to kick off, and Kathy handed her designs to Patricia.
Patricia looked them over and said, "These are great. Where are your competition designs?"
"Right here," Kathy replied, pulling out her portfolio.
"Let me see."
Kathy reluctantly opened her designs. Patricia nodded approvingly.
"You're way better than Sophia. I don't get why Jennifer favors her so much," Patricia said, easing Kathy's frustration a bit.
Kathy had always felt she was more talented than Sophia, but Sophia's career had taken off thanks to her luck in meeting Jennifer, the head of Fusion Dynamics Corporation.
Patricia, aware of Kathy's feelings, handed back the designs. "Let's swap designs."
Kathy hesitated.
"Don't want to?" Patricia asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kathy clutched her portfolio. "Fine."
She had no choice. She needed Patricia's help to climb the ranks at Fusion Dynamics and to team up against Sophia.
Kathy swapped her competition design with the one she had made for Patricia, feeling a pang of loss.
Patricia grabbed it. "I'll make the sample this afternoon. You help me."
Kathy gritted her teeth. "Okay."
She looked at the design she got in return, heartbroken. Her competition design was clearly superior. The one she gave Patricia might not win, but it wasn't bad either.
Patricia, still a newbie, probably couldn't tell the difference. Who knew she'd be so sneaky and ask to swap?
Kathy had no choice but to comply, seething inside.
That afternoon, while making the sample, Patricia sneaked a peek at Sophia's design.
Sophia noticed and smirked.
"What are you laughing at?" Patricia snapped.
"None of your business," Sophia shot back.
"You can't laugh at me like that," Patricia fumed.
"Who says?" Sophia retorted.
"I do!"
Sophia sneered and ignored her.
Patricia was furious and wanted to tear up Sophia's work. She had seen Sophia's design and was impressed, feeling threatened.
Sophia calmly put away her design and continued sewing. She wasn't worried about Patricia copying her; the design was unique, and she had the original draft.
The day of the competition arrived.
This classical fashion show was open to designers nationwide, but since it focused on classical styles, not every designer could excel, so the number of participants was limited.
The format was simple: models would showcase the designs on the runway, judges would score them, and the top ten would be selected.
As the music started, models began to strut down the runway.
With limited models, some had to rush backstage to change outfits quickly.
Each student from Fusion Dynamics Corporation had their own model. Sophia's model, someone she often worked with, wore an outfit tailored to her measurements.
But just minutes before showtime, the model complained of a stomachache.
Sophia hurried backstage.
The model clutched her stomach, looking pale. "I can't walk the runway, Sophia. My stomach hurts too much."
Seeing her pain, Sophia knew she needed medical help. "Where's your assistant? I'll help you change, and she can get a car to take you to the hospital."
"Okay."
Sophia helped her change out of the outfit, and the assistant took her away.
Sophia stared at the outfit, worried about finding a replacement.
She made a few calls, but no one could get there in time.
Jennifer, checking on the contestants, asked, "What's wrong? Where's your model?"
Sophia explained the situation. Jennifer thought for a moment and asked, "Whose model has only been on stage once?"
Several designers had models who had only walked once, but their schedules were too tight to help Sophia.
Only Patricia's model was available.
Patricia stepped forward. "Aunt, my model is done. She can wear Sophia's outfit and walk again."
Jennifer was pleased with Patricia's offer. "Great, get your model to change quickly."
Most models had similar body types, so Sophia had no choice but to accept Patricia's help.
"Can I wear your outfit?" a clear voice suddenly asked.
Everyone turned to see Noah, casually dressed, with a faint scar on her face.
Sophia remembered hearing about Noah's accident and her treatment abroad. Had she returned?
The scar on Noah's face caught Sophia's eye, but she noticed Noah's confidence had dimmed.
"Yes," Sophia smiled.
Since the accident, Noah had stayed out of the spotlight, leading many to think she had retired.
Sophia helped Noah change into the outfit.
Noah took out makeup and skillfully covered the scar.
The scar became almost invisible.
Noah looked in the mirror, her confidence returning.
Just in time, it was Sophia's design's turn on the runway.
Noah lifted the dress hem.
Sophia encouraged her, "Good luck, Noah. You look beautiful."
Noah smiled. "Thank you!"
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