Chapter 331 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Mirabella looked at the girl on stage, asking coolly, “Don’t you know where you lost?”

“I don’t know,” Isabella’s answer was full of confidence. She thought that the clothes she designed today would sell like hotcakes if they were put on the market. She didn’t believe that her score was only a six.

Backstage, Molly watched the live broadcast, nervously clenching her fists. She had caused trouble fór Mirabella.

Such a thing happened in such an important competition, and she was worried about what impact this might have on Mirabella’s status as a judge.

She felt that she had put Mirabella in a dilemma, and her heart was full of anxiety and guilt.

“Because her long skirt can show the unique elegance and gorgeousness of Solterra’s women, and. also the charm of her own country’s traditional colors, while yours can’t.”

Isabella was a little confused, “Why?”

The clothes she designed today incorporated the cultural elements of her country and the most avant–garde design concepts. Could it not compare to Molly’s long skirt?

Mirabella, “The style that Molly designed can maintain the charm of traditional culture while being fashionable, whether it’s worn by her or a middle–aged woman. In other words, her design suits anyone.

“That’s impossible.” Isabella had just seen the long skirt, and it required a very good figure to show off. If a middle–aged woman wore it, it would definitely destroy all its beauty.

Isabella, “Molly just did a good job with the clothing design. If you let a middle–aged woman wear her long skirt, it definitely won’t get such a high score.”

“Really?” Mirabella didn’t think so, “Then you can pick a woman on the spot, have her wear Molly’s long skirt, and pick another one to wear the clothes you designed.”

“Okay!” Isabella was confident in her design, and she immediately picked two middle–aged women in their forties and sent them backstage to change clothes.

The audience was buzzing with discussion. Some said that Isabella was too much, openly defying the judge on such an occasion. After all, this was only the first round, and there were two more rounds to go. Wasn’t she afraid that the judges would remember this and retaliate?

Others said that if Queen Abby really scored high for her acquaintances, it would be unfair to the other contestants.

Still, others suspected there might be inside information in the competition, and the judges from Solterra would definitely favor the contestants from Solterra,

Soon, the two middle–aged women had changed their clothes.

Just now, Isabella had deliberately chosen two foreign women to win. Still, to her surprise, the first one, Gladys, showed the sexiness and temperament of Solterra’s women after putting on Molly’s long skirt.

Although she was already forty years old and a bit overweight, the long skirt made her look elegant and noble, full of feminine charm.

On the other hand, Julia, wearing a denim suit, looked old–fashioned instead of fashionable.

The audience immediately burst into applause.

The difference was obvious at a glance, which design was better?

The audience already had their answer.

However, Isabella was still a bit dissatisfied, “Isn’t it enough if some people like my clothes? Why do they have to satisfy everyone?”

“You asked me why Molly scored three points higher than you.”

Mirabella looked her in the eye and said thoughtfully, “Because her design is better than yours, and the cultural heritage it reflects is deeper. Your clothes may be avant–garde, but you’ve used too many elements, and some of the design is redundant.”

“Really? Queen Abby, I’ll ask you right here. what kind of design is not redundant? How can I get your high score of nine?”

This provocative question stunned everyone present.

Isabella’s arrogance was intolerable. She had no respect for the judge.

Everyone was on pins and needles, wondering if Mirabella could handle the situation, even the hosts were keeping a close eye on her, ready to step in at any moment.

The crew had their hands hovering over buttons, ready to cut Isabella’s mic at any point.

Just as Hans was about to speak, Mirabella beat him to it, “Since you’re so eager to learn, I’ll give you a lesson right here and now. Show you exactly where you went wrong. Ladies, kindly go backstage, strip down, and bring your clothes up here.”

Everyone was left scratching their heads, trying to figure out what Mirabella was up to.

Young as she was, Mirabella exuded an aura of authority as she took to the stage.

Isabella was getting the jitters, terrified that Mirabella might really take a swing at her on stage.

Before stepping on stage, Mirabella had someone bring a pair of scissors and other tools. Then, in full view of everyone, she cut up the denim outfit that Isabella had designed.

Everyone was dumbstruck, wondering what on earth she was doing.

Even Isabella couldn’t believe it; was Queen Abby really modifying her design?

Her design was already chock–full of the latest trends and pretty much flawless. What could Queen Abby possibly do to improve it?

But behold, Mirabella handed the modified design to the host just three minutes later.

The host immediately had the previous model, Julia, change into the outfit, and the camera zoomed in on Mirabella’s makeover.

The same denim outfit, worn by the same person, but with a different effect.

Before, Julia had seemed a bit dated, but now, in this outfit, she looked sweet yet edgy, with a hint of an aloof, commanding vibe.

Mirabella, “If the outfit were in light blue and brown plaid, it’d look even better. And not just the color, you’ve even got the fabric wrong.”

Everyone’s eyes were glued to their outfit on Julia.

The top was a structured fit with white cut–outs, simple yet trendy. The rolled–up sleeves added a relaxed, casual vibe. Paired with wide–legged pants and high heels, the look was far more sophisticated than before.

Mirabella, “If we weren’t considering national elements, a beret would really take this look up a notch.”

This outfit was brimming with fashion and style. Once more, the crowd erupted into applause, and Isabella finally realized where she had gone wrong. Mirabella wasn’t belittling her out of personal bias, as she had previously thought.

Her design really did leave much room for improvement.

The once confident Isabella now realized her shortcomings and fully accepted the harsh reality.

“As for Molly’s dress, this is why I only gave it a nine.” Mirabella set to work on the dress, and within moments, the already stunning dress was even more breathtaking.

The crowd was in awe. They hadn’t known a dress could be transformed like this!

Backstage, Molly was both shocked and excited to see where she had lost that one point!!

Mirabella indeed was impressive.

Her ratings were completely unbiased, coming from a purely professional standpoint.

The applause was deafening as Mirabella made her way off the stage.

Everyone watched her, their eyes full of admiration and respect.

Isabella bowed deeply in the direction Mirabella had left, feeling somewhat guilty as she picked up the microphone, “I apologize, Queen Abby. I was ignorant and offended you. Your revision was indeed good. My failing to give it a nine was my own fault.”

Mirabella returned to her seat, her bright eyes on Isabella. Her voice carried through the microphone to everyone’s ears, “On this stage, the judges don’t look at your nationality or your connections. They look at your work. You’ll score high if you design something that catches the eye.”

She sat in the judge’s seat, holding herself to professional standards, refusing to let personal vendettas affect her judgment.

Mirabella continued, “Just focus on the competition. There are still two rounds to go. Everything’s still up for grabs.”

Mirabella’s magnanimity left the audience amazed, and they burst into applause. She didn’t use this opportunity to disqualify Isabella, nor did she show any sign of anger.

The backstage crew collectively sighed in relief.

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