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    Calmly, she ttened two sheets onto the desk and selected a colored pencil.


    Faces in the crowd twisted in scorn.


    “She’s just starting now? Hopeless.”


    “She’s probably given up. If her drawings are hideous, it’ll just be worse!”


    Seeing Maia on the verge of losing, Rosanna couldn’t suppress her triumphant smirk. Just as she had anticipated, Maia had been pretending all along.


    MCN slipping into Mariana’s hands would be the talk of the town by tomorrow morning. Rosanna could already picture Maia being ripped apart online.


    “With less than eight minutes left, how can she possibly finish anything?”


    “Come on, why are you so surprised at her behavior? I’ve already expected this. She’s an ex-convict. What real skills could she possibly have?”


    Suddenly, the mockery ceased.


    The crowd’s expressions froze.


    Every eye locked onto Maia as she grabbed a second pencil with her left hand.


    Using a tool to anchor the paper, she bent closer.


    In the next moment, both hands began to move — simultaneously.


    The venue dropped into stunned quiet.


    “Wait… Using both hands to draw? Has she lost her mind? I’ve never seen anyone draw two design drafts at the same time!”


    “She’s obviously desperate for notice! She must have figured out she’s running out of chances and is scrambling toplete both pieces together. Creations like that are bound to be hollow. There’s no possibility they’ll turn out well!”


    “I can’t wait to witness the catastrophe she’s about to unleash!”


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    Catching the uproar, Mariana nced at Maia and nearly burst intoughter.


    Everyone understood that sketching with two hands simultaneously bordered on the impossible.


    Producing twin artworks at once using both hands demanded exceptional skill, especially in fashion, where precision, structure, and ir were crucial.


    Crafting something remarkable through such a method required countless years of honing skill and discipline.


    Nobody was buying Maia’s act. Ultimately, however, what truly counted in the fashion world was the end result.


    Three minutester, Maia dropped her pencils and passed her finished pieces to the staff waiting beside her.


    “Miss Cooper needed five minutes toplete one piece, yet Maia finished a pair in only three. How could anything decent emerge from such a rush?”


    The audience scoffed and ridiculed her without restraint.


    But when the attendants raised Maia’s sketches for all to see, an immediate hush fell over the entire hall. Not even the faintest murmur echoed.


    The front-row watchers instinctively recoiled, their facial features twitching uncontrobly. Gradually, more eyes shifted toward the twin blueprints, faces frozen in amazement as if struck by an invisible force.


    In just three minutes, Maia produced a pair of concept pieces that matched — or even surpassed — Mariana’s craftsmanship. Each sketch bore a unique aesthetic, distinct designs, and contrasting palettes. Maia’s brushwork was sharp, her artistry unmistakable, and her color choices daring. The artwork flowed seamlessly.


    Had they not witnessed it firsthand, no one would have believed such a feat possible. Even world-renowned fashion studios might falter attempting work of this scale. Maia’s gown illustrations transcended rough drafts — they resembledpleted, runway-ready masterpieces awaiting the catwalk. Models parading under the spotlights of Fashion Week were already etched into the imagery.


    Meanwhile, Mariana, nearing the end of her piece, felt the palpable tension crackling through the hall. She jerked her head up and caught sight of the attendant presenting Maia’s two finished artworks. Stunned, Mariana’s pupils dted; her mind went nk. Color drained from her cheeks.


    What? Maia drew both? At the same time? Absurd!


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