Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 65

The crowd's attention shifted to the display. The design seemed a bit over the top, perhaps in an effort to highlight the large ruby nestled at the floral center.

The necklace and earrings had possessed a natural synergy that the ring lacked.

Bridget's face went through a quick succession of changes, her grip on the microphone tightening as she struggled to maintain the poise and grace she was known for.

"Thank you for your feedback. I'll keep up the work."

Eloise seemed quite pleased with Bridget's response, paying her more attention.

"Ms. Simpson, your current designs have far exceeded my expectations for this competition. I'm curious, is there anyone here whose work you particularly look forward to competing against?"

This question sparked interest among the crowd, offering a much-needed break from the monotony of sequential presentations.

After a moment's thought, Bridget smiled and said, "Actually...there's a classmate of mine here who also has taken part in this competition, I've always admired her works. I wouldn't dare say I'm up for a direct competition, but I do wish more people could see her work."

To the onlookers, Bridget had already won the day with her modesty, her willingness to help others, as well as her elegance and charm.

All the wonderful words used to describe her wouldn’t be inappropriate. Even Eloise couldn't help but applaud, sending the host a signal at the same time.

The host then announced, “Let’s invite Sylvia to stage then.”

Shortly after his voice trailed off, there was no response. The host, thinking Sylvia might not have heard, called out again with his voice raised up, "Sylvia, it's your turn."

Silence followed.

Bridget, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, looked hurt, "Maybe she doesn't want to compete with me. After all, she has always been top among the classes. Perhaps I was being presumptuous."

As she approached Bridget, it was clear who held the room's attention now. Bridget was shocked to see Sylvia stand unharmed.

How could this be? The milk...Freya had said she'd seen Sylvia drink it. And Sylvia had rushed out with her hands covering her belly. How was it possible that she was okay?

At the time, Sylvia turned to her with a gorgeous smile, "Thank you, Ms. Simpson, for thinking of me."

In that moment, Bridget realized she'd been outplayed!

With Sylvia now on stage, the host quickly said, "Sylvia, please, show us your work."

Upon hearing it, Bridget snapped back to reality, her eyes still carrying a flicker of triumph. The gemstone she'd used was genuine, a gift from Rupert.

In her mind, there was no way Sylvia could prepare a prototype within three days that was able to compare her own.