The barrage of comments on screen was all pushing the host to stop beating around the bush. The host achieved the effect he wanted.
But there’s another important matter.
"Everyone calm down, aren’t we forgetting the part where the judges give their comments? Let’s hear the judges’ opinions first."
If it were a general audience sitting below, there’d probably be a round of boos. Unfortunately, it was just a group of special invited designers and reporters.
The urgency to know the results was like a kitten scratching at the hearts of the audience, prompting them to start complaining.
"Can we skip this part?"
"Charlotte Thompson can only be the champion, otherwise there’s a conspiracy behind the contest!"
"Right, we’re just waiting for the reward now!"
These words voiced the feelings of many, but unfortunately the procedure was set and they could only tolerate it.
"I feel like Charlotte’s work may have gone off theme a bit," Evelyn Curtis brought it up as if it was just an afterthought.
Despite what the online votes say, she didn’t want to let Charlotte win a high rank so easily.
Evelyn’s words immediately thickened the atmosphere.
The judges also had the power. Perhaps their few words could overturn the situation.
All eyes in the venue were fixed on Evelyn, waiting for her to elaborate.
"Our theme is understated luxury, but in Charlotte’s work all I see is understated. Where is the luxury?"
You must give it to Evelyn for her knack to catch onto details.
The other designers secretly agreed in their hearts, eager to see how Charlotte would respond now.
Charlotte had guessed that she would be targeted by Evelyn and calmly took the microphone handed to her by the host.
What sort of wind and waves hasn’t she seen before?
Charlotte was so calm she seemed to dismiss Evelyn’s comments outright.
She had considered this problem long before.
As a competent designer, she would not make such a basic mistake as straying from the theme.
"I wonder what kind of luxury Miss Curtis envisions?" She threw the question back at Evelyn, the disdain on her face was unmistakable.
Her tone was relaxed, like she was making small talk about the beautiful weather today.
Money was not an issue.
Only Evelyn could see the playfulness lurking in Charlotte’s eyes.
How could she, a layperson, understand these profound concepts? All she could judge was whether it looked good or not.
Without a doubt, Charlotte’s work was perfect.
The only imperfection was that the designer was Evelyn herself. Official source is novel⁂fire.net
Evelyn was suddenly left speechless by Charlotte’s question, opening her mouth but not knowing where to start from.
Catching a glimpse of a sapphire work, a spark flashed in Evelyn’s eyes and she plucked up the courage to retaliate.
"It should at least be contestant’s work, perfectly embodying the word ’luxury’."
Such a vulgar work was given the label of ’luxury’ by Evelyn.
All Charlotte can do right now is to control her expressions, so she wouldn’t burst out laughing.
"This rural trinket is something I wouldn’t give even my granny!"
"What kind of aesthetic is this?! I didn’t see luxury, but I did see tackiness."
"Did the show team choose the judges with their feet? There’s zero professionalism!"
"Haven’t you noticed? Evelyn Curtis is just making up the numbers, she isn’t even a legitimate designer."
"Everyone please disregard Evelyn Curtis’s absurd comments!"
"Exactly, she blinded herself with vanity. How can someone who wears knock-offs be a judge for a major design competition?"
The audience was in an uproar, questioning her taste. Was this judge serious?
The other judges couldn’t stand it anymore. Evelyn’s actions were covertly attacking Charlotte, which would only make outsiders question the professionalism of their panel of judges.