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    Instead of immediately checking Madeline’s work, Norah 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 received 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 wee 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 simr to a rough draft she had made for a designpetition before.


    She hadn’t liked some of the 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 ced 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.


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    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 resemnces between Madeline’s design sketch and her own. Wasn’t Madeline worried about the chance of her noticing the simrity? With these musings in mind, Norah nced over at Madeline.


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


    Trying to calm herself, Madeline reasoned that perhaps, as Kathy suggested, Norah was just an imposter, and the sketch she had stumbled upon might not even belong to Norah.


    Madeline’s heart raced, and a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Biting her lip, she questioned why she couldn’t maintain herposure as she had in the past. Despite facing pressure in previous situations, she had never felt as flustered and fearful as she did now. Madeline pondered if her heightened emotions were due to her pregnancy.


    Norah averted her gaze. Knowing that Madeline had copied her design openly, she was prepared to confront her.


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