Chapter 332 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Isabella couldn’t help but bow to Mirabella again in gratitude.

After the first round of elimination, only nine contestants made it to the second round.

The task for the second round was to design the most beautiful wedding dress for the most important person in life. This could be oneself or a loved one. They had sixty minutes.

An image of a person popped into Molly’s mind. This person was so beautiful that no wedding dress seemed good enough for her.

As everyone else busied themselves with their designs, Molly’s gaze landed on Mirabella, not far away.

“Bella, you handled that really well.” Hans turned to Mirabella, impressed by how she had grown and how easily she dealt with such a difficult situation. Mirabella smiled at Hans, “No biggie.” She was used to dealing with unexpected incidents like this.

But why was Molly staring at her? Was she planning to design a wedding dress for her?

Molly mulled it over, eventually using several silver diamonds to create a stunning wedding gown. Sixty minutes flew by.

Nine designers stood on the stage with their creations, waiting for the verdict.

Mirabella picked up the microphone, offering her comments one by one.

“Contestant number nine, your design isn’t bad, but it would make the average person look like a curtain. It needs a really beautiful person to pull it off.” Everyone took a closer look and had to agree. It did look like a curtain.

Mirabella continued, “The flowers that contestant number eight added to the hem of the dress make it look like a bedsheet.”

Again, everyone looked and had to agree.

Mirabella’s straight–shooting comments had the audience in stitches, and they couldn’t help but applaud.

“Only the young and beautiful can pull off this wedding dress.”

Mirabella’s comment hit the nail on the head, and no one in the room dared to disagree. Many people were nodding in agreement.

Mirabella continued her critique, “As for the designer number six, you’ve created a silver sequined wedding dress that cleverly blends maturity and cuteness, creating a sexy yet not overly flashy look. Well done.”

“The designer number five also designed a silver wedding dress, but with a bare back and high slit, making it even more daring and sexy, Creative.” Mirabella reviewed the works of eight designers in total. At last, her eyes landed on Molly’s creation.

The dazzling silver diamonds outlined the body curves in a captivating way, and even from a distance, one could sense the delicate silver diamonds and the soft chiffon wrapping the body gently.

Mirabella critiqued, “The top is a tight design, accentuating the beautiful waist and hip curves. The silver diamonds all over the body add to the charm. As you move, you seem to twinkle with delicate shimmer. This wedding dress is dignified yet elegant and exudes a sense of luxury and power. If a fair–skinned person wears this dress, they will certainly shine. If a darker–skinned woman wears it, the silver diamonds will complement their skin color, and the beautiful lines can be seen through the chiffon. Well done.”

Mirabella revealed all the scores, grading nine designers at once.

Molly was surprised to find that the designer number two, Isabella, got the same score as her, an eight.

Isabella was also taken aback. She didn’t expect such a high appraisal from Mirabella in this round of competition.

Mirabella said, “The most striking part of your embroidered wedding dress is the waist design. It gives an overall impression of being delicate yet cool, very unique.”

“Thank you, Queen Abby,” Isabella bowed repeatedly in thanks. She didn’t expect Mirabella to judge fairly without any prejudice.

Then, it was Hans’s turn to review the works of the nine designers. Mirabella quietly listened, surprised by Hans’s unique insights into design

“Your wedding dress is colorful. From a distance, it looks like a colorful butterfly, and it look like layers of birds feathers up close. Although the design is good, it can easily look too flashy if not careful. I personally suggest that a wedding dress should mainly stick to one color.”

After Hans finished his review and scoring, it was time for the next judge to speak.

The siblings were whispering to each other during their free time. Some reporters caught their shadows chatting closely and couldn’t believe Hans actually initiated a conversation with a female.

And they were so close, chatting for so long.

Who knew what will happen next?

After all the judges had given their comments and scores, the host invited the top three scorers to stay and share their thoughts.

Molly held the microphone and looked at Mirabella sitting in the audience, “There’s a very important friend and mentor in my life. Because of her encouragement and help, I can stand on this stage today. Her appearance is like a light in the dark, making my world brighter bit by bit. I want to thank her particularly. This wedding dress is designed for her. It can show her beauty and a slightly cold temperament, and also show her elegance and generosity.”

Mirabella gently watched the speaker. This wedding dress was indeed prepared for her.

“Mirabella, thank you,” Molly thanked her in front of everyone.

Except for Hans, no one in the audience knew that Mirabella was Queen Abby. Everyone mistakenly thought that Mirabella was the excellent friend Molly mentioned.

Molly looked at the girl sitting in the judge’s seat, and the past events emerged in her mind individually.

Back then, when the shit hit the fan, Bella bandaged up her mom’s wounds. She even rented her own place to them at a bargain, and to keep them from feeling guilty, she lied that it was a friend’s place.

Before, Oscar was a real pain in the ass to her, blaming her for skipping work for no reason, and pointing fingers at her for plagiarism. Bella always stepped in to clear her name.

Bella encouraged her to join the Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest, acting as her right–hand man and sticking by her through every stage of the competition.

Without Bella, she’d probably still be scribbling designs in some corner, leading an ordinary life with no fame or anything.

“Really, thank you,” Molly said sincerely. “It’s so great to know you.”

No one knew she was thanking Queen Abby from the judging panel. They all thought she was just being grateful to a good friend. Bella’s eyes softened. She thought, no need for thanks.

When Molly wrapped up her thank your speech, the other two also said a few words. Soon enough, the third round kicked off.

Six models strutted onto the stage in identical dresses. The six competitors advancing to the third round were tasked to modify each dress into their own interpretation of beauty right there in front of the audience.

There was only one rule: the dress could not be taken off. It had to be modified on the model-

For Molly, this was a piece of cake. Countless designs popped up in her mind, and she quickly started to work her magic on the dress.

Hans offered Bella some desserts provided by the organizers. Seeing her not eating, he even gave her some snacks he had brought, all her favourite flavors. He even had someone make Bella a cup of coffee,

He said, “I brought the coffee beans. Give it a try, see if you like it.”

Bella didn’t expect Hans to actually bring his own coffee beans.

She took a sip. Rich and smooth. She nodded, “Tastes good.”

“I have more in the car. Take some back later,” Hans said, his eyes fixed on the stage.

“Sure.” Bella’s eyes never left the stage either. She noticed Molly’s movements slowing down as if she’d hit a snag.

“Something seemed off with Molly.” Hans had also noticed it. Even though Molly was facing away from the audience, focused on modifying the dress, her hands would occasionally stop, a little too frequently.

The model standing in front of Molly noticed her discomfort and asked in a hushed voice, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Molly didn’t know what was wrong. Her stomach was hurting more and more, but she hadn’t eaten or even had a sip of water backstage. Could breakfast have upset her stomach?

The model said, “You look pale.”

Not just her face but even her lips were starting to lose color.

“Maybe you should tell the host?” the model suggested.

“No need.” Molly had barely made it to the third round. All her hard work would go down the drain if she quit now.

She didn’t mind being laughed at, but now, she represented her country.

The other two Solterra competitors had already been eliminated. She was the last one standing for Team Solterra.

Watching her grit her teeth and hang in there, the model felt sympathy.

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