Chapter 101 Entry Requirements
"No need for modifications, it's already perfect!" Abigail looked at the sketch and couldn't help but say, "Miss Medici, I suddenly realized that your design style is somewhat similar to Lady Margaret's."
"Oh?"
"Lady Margaret's works are bold and extravagant, and the modifications you made to the sketch also exhibit the same spirit."
Abigail looked at the sketch in front of her and said, "You guys are so talented... I wish I could design such beautiful works too!" She sighed and quietly thought, "I wonder how much longer I have to work hard to get closer to Lady Margaret..."
Abella smirked and asked, "Do you really like her?"
"Yes! I super like her! I admire her so much!" Abigail's eyes sparkled as she spoke about the myth in the design industry. "I don't even know if she's a man or a woman, or how old she is..."
"Not old," Abella calmly replied, "She's a woman."
"Miss Medici, how do you know? Have you met her?"
"Well... I have."
"Is she beautiful?" Before Abella could answer, Abigail started imagining, "She must be very beautiful! Judging from her design style, she must be cool and unique!"
"...Abigail, let's get back to work," Abella interrupted.
"Miss Medici!" Abigail urgently grabbed Abella's arm. "Can you please ask for her autograph the next time you see Lady Margaret?"
“Perhaps you can have it yourself...”
"I probably won't have a chance to see her..." Abigail lowered her head, feeling disappointed.
"There will be a chance..." Abella casually spoke, "The international design competition is coming up soon. She might be one of the judges. If you participate, you might get to see her."
"Me? In an international design competition??" Abigail felt that Miss Medici was overestimating her.
That competition felt like a distant dream...
She didn't even dare to think about it!
"Besides, to participate in the international design competition, you need to get in the top three in the national clothing design competition next month," Abella continued.
"Oh, then I should sign you up."
"Miss Medici???"
"Join the national competition next month, and then the international competition the following month. Perfect timing."
Abigail thought Abella was joking, but looking at Abella's expression, she realized she was serious.
"You have a talent in design. With hard work, you can definitely get a good ranking."
"...I don't believe in my abilities at all," Abigail said, lacking confidence.
Abella saw her lack of confidence and said lightly, "Even if you don't get in the top three nationally, this experience will still be a great opportunity for growth."
Though Abella had never paid attention to small-level competitions like the national one. She hadn't even paid attention to the international competition in a while. But in the eyes of designers, both of these competitions held great significance!
Getting a ranking was a confirmation of a designer's skill.
"Parsons' Clothing Company will probably participate too, right?"
Abella patted her shoulder and left before Abigail had a chance to react. Abigail sat back in her seat, stunned for a moment, her fingers typing the National Fashion Design Competition...
On the other side, Isla snapped a photo of the contract she had signed and sent it to Remy, receiving only a single word from him, casually written.
"Congratulations."
Isla felt like she was about to lose something, and at just the right moment, the class group chat in her sophomore year became lively.
"Isla, we saw on Weibo that you got second place in the piano competition? Is that true? That's amazing!"
"I never knew you could play the piano, Isla."
"Isla, ever since you returned to the Wilson family and transferred to the prestigious school for your senior year, you haven't contacted us for so long. We miss you! Isla"
"Did you forget about us?!"
"Why don't we meet up tonight to celebrate Isla's second place in the competition! everyone"
"Sounds good!"
"I agree!"
"Agree!"
Eighteen years ago, Isla was found and raised by a janitor shortly after a major fire took place. Because she was the child of a janitor, Isla had received many disdainful and bullying looks since she was young.
But now, these people who once looked down on her and bullied her were all trying to be friendly to her and even wanted to celebrate with her.
Isla's heart was filled with mixed emotions, but more than anything, she was determined to show off.
"Isla, I heard your boyfriend is the son of the richest man in the city. Why don't you bring him out to meet us tonight?"
"I don't know, second-generation wealthy kids probably wouldn't like to participate in gatherings with us poor folks, right?"
"How could that be? As long as Isla asks, her boyfriend will definitely show up! Isla, can't you even ask your boyfriend to come?"
"That's true. Isla, bring your boyfriend to the gathering tonight! Just so you know, this gathering is mainly to celebrate your second place, so you and your boyfriend don't need to pay!"
"Yes, we'll split the bill!"
Instead of responding directly to their excited chatter, Isla took a screenshot and sent it to Remy.
[Remy, what do you think?]
[If you're busy, I can just go alone. It's okay.]
"They're just being kind, and I don't want to disappoint them."
On the other end, Remy felt a sudden pang of guilt when he saw this. His girlfriend had placed second in the national piano competition, and all he had been thinking about these days was Abella's face!
Ever since he saw Abella outside Mr. Bourbon's hospital room, his heart couldn't stay calm like before...
Even though that girl was dressed in ordinary clothes, her aura and features haunted his thoughts.
These past few nights, he had even dreamt of her, dreamt of the two of them going on a date, and he leaned in towards those enticing lips...
Isla waited for a while on the other end of the phone, but she didn't receive a reply from Remy. She grew worried and started thinking of a plan when her phone buzzed.
【I will accompany you tonight.】
Isla was overjoyed and sent several expressions of kisses and hugs in a row.
【I knew Remy would be the best to me!】
【You haven't been talking these past few days, and I thought you didn't like me anymore.】
Saying this, Isla also made a pitiful expression.
Remy felt ashamed of his recent changes. Isla was so kind and understanding, why did he think about the cold Abella?!
That self-indulgent Abella, who casually slept with older men, was not worthy of his obsession!
Since he chose Isla, he must hold her hand tightly and walk firmly...
As for his parents, he would figure out a solution later.
It's just that a pure and kind-hearted girl like Isla cannot be found anywhere else...
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