Chapter: 777

Noelle's presence made her fans excited. The noise of their discussions and cheers made Madeline's ears ring, and she started to tremble nervously.

"Madeline, are you okay? Maybe Derek should take you to the hospital.

I'll stay here and watch the competition for you. I'll let you know as soon as they announce the results.”

Both of them were pregnant. Kathy, worried about Madeline, kept insisting she should go.

Madeline was torn. If she left now, there would be no one to support her in case anything concerning her were to happen, and she knew she would regret it.

She couldn't leave now.

"No, thanks. I'll be fine."

Under the pressure, she felt a slight pain in her stomach. She tried to calm herself down quickly. She couldn't let stage fright get to her before the competition even started.

She had imagined all sorts of things that could go wrong, and the more she thought about them, the more scared she got.

At the beginning of the competition, 30 designs were arranged neatly, with five of them displayed together. Models strutted onto the stage wearing the clothes, showing them off. After that, the designers explained the ideas and themes behind their designs.

Norah rested her chin on her hand, looking bored as she glanced at the T-stage before going back to the papers in her hands.

Instead of immediately checking Madeline's work, she carefully went through all the entries and information about the contestants.

Among them, she noticed a few talented new designers with sketches full of creativity. When it was her turn to give feedback, she would casually offer advice after the other judges had spoken.

Contestants who got feedback from Noelle were thrilled. Noelle was highly respected in the fashion world, and getting advice from her was seen as more valuable than going it alone.

Even though she didn't say much, contestants considered her words extremely helpful.

"Let's welcome contestants numbered 15 to 20. First up is Madeline Powell from Glophia, with her piece titled ‘Future Technology'."

Norah's interest was piqued. It was Madeline's design. Norah lowered her head and flipped through her papers.

The name of the design seemed familiar. As Norah studied it, her expression turned serious. Madeline's work looked very similar to a rough draft she had made for a design competition before.

She didn't like some details in it back then and had considered it a waste, which was why she created a different design. She couldn't recall where she had placed that original design draft.

Did Madeline somehow find that design draft? And she even used it for the Grace Cup final?

Norah's eyes narrowed as she looked up and noticed that Madeline was avoiding eye contact with her. Was Madeline feeling guilty about copying her design? Now that Norah was on the judge's panel, it was understandable that Madeline would feel intimidated by her.

Norah couldn't remember where she had put that design draft, but she recognized it because it was a design she had made herself.

There were remarkable resemblances between Madeline's design sketch and her own. Wasn't Madeline worried about the chance of her noticing the similarity? With these musings in mind, Norah glanced over at Madeline.

A jolt of panic surged through Madeline as she met Norah's gaze. Had Norah noticed the similarity in their designs?