Chapter 706


    Isabe bowed deeply in the direction Arabe had left, feeling somewhat guilty as she picked up the


    microphone, “I apologize, Queen Abby. I was ignorant and offended you. Your revision was indeed


    good. My failing to give it a nine was my own fault.”


    Arabe returned to her seat, her bright eyes on Isabe. Her voice carried through the microphone to


    everyone’s ears, “On this stage, the judges don’t look at your nationality or your connections. They


    look at your work. You’ll score high if you design something that catches the eye.”


    She sat in the judge’s seat, holding herself to professional standards, refusing to let personal vendettas


    affect her judgment.


    Arabe continued, “Just focus on thepetition. There are still two rounds to go. Everything’s still up


    for grabs.”


    Arabe’s magnanimity left the audience amazed, and they burst into apuse. She didn’t use this


    opportunity to disqualify Isabe, nor did she show any sign of anger.


    The backstage crew collectively sighed in relief.


    Isabe couldn’t help but bow to Arabe again in gratitude.


    After the first round of elimination, only nine contestants made it to the second round.


    The task for the second round was to design the most beautiful wedding dress for the most important


    person in life. This could be oneself or a loved one. They had sixty minutes.


    An image of a person popped into Molly’s mind. This person was so beautiful that no wedding dress


    seemed good enough for her.


    As everyone else busied themselves with their designs, Molly’s gazended on Arabe, not far away.


    “Be, you handled that really well.” Hans turned to Arabe, impressed by how she had grown and


    how easily she dealt with such a difficult situation. Arabe smiled at Hans, “No biggie.” She was used


    to dealing with unexpected incidents like this.


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    But why was Molly staring at her? Was she nning to design a wedding dress for her?


    Molly mulled it over, eventually using several silver diamonds to create a stunning wedding gown. Sixty


    minutes flew by.


    Nine designers stood on the stage with their creations, waiting for the verdict.


    Arabe picked up the microphone, offering herments one by one.


    “Contestant number nine, your design isn’t bad, but it would make the average person look like a


    curtain. It needs a really beautiful person to pull it off.” Everyone took a closer look and had to agree. It


    did look like a curtain.


    Arabe continued, “The flowers that contestant number eight added to the hem of the dress make it


    look like a bedsheet.”


    Again, everyone looked and had to agree.


    Arabe’s straight–shootingments had the audience in stitches, and they couldn’t help but


    apud.