Phillip said, "Man, I was so short-sighted."
He didn’t expect Rose to be one of the judges, and he was over the moon. "Alright, we’ll find a time to hang out after you’re done."
"Okay," Rosemary said gently. "Don’t forget to take your medicine."
Phillip replied, "Got it, no problem. I’m about to take it right now."
A few days later, the International Fashion Design Competition was held in Dawnstar.
As soon as Molly stepped into the art gallery, she was jostled hard on the shoulder.
"Molly? The top of Solterra?"
The one who bumped into her was a blonde foreign girl, looking young and full of energy. She looked at Molly with contempt, even flipping her thumb down, saying in Solterra’s language, "Trash."
Molly was speechless. "Who are you calling trash?"
The girl retorted, "You and your country are all trash."
Hearing this provocative statement, Molly was about to flare up when a girl’s voice sounded coldly, "Is this the kind of disgrace M Country’s education system churns out? Is this the quality of your people?"
Molly turned around and saw, oh, Rosemary had arrived!
She was so excited that tears almost welled up in her eyes. "Rose!"
Her voice was choked with emotion.
God knew how nervous she’d been lately, especially after arriving in Dawnstar on a plane yesterday.
She was alone, unfamiliar with Dawnstar, and even suffered from insomnia due to anxiety.
She told Rose about her stress over the phone last night because going abroad meant she was carrying a responsibility—not to glorify her country, but at least not to disgrace it.
She wasn’t afraid of losing; she feared that people would have a bad impression of Solterra, thinking that the design level of Solterra was just so-so.
Rose had comforted and enlightened her last night, but today, Rose showed up at the competition!
This was Dawnstar!
Dawnstar!!
Rose must have taken a red-eye flight to Dawnstar to give her courage!
"You Solterrans are not qualified to comment on us," Isabella said, looking at Rosemary contemptuously, intending to leave.
"Funny thing is, I do qualify to comment on you today. Not only am I qualified, but I can also decide your fate."
Rosemary’s words made Isabella turn back and laugh scornfully. "Based on what, you?"
She didn’t know who this Solterra girl was, but if she could be here, she must be representing Solterra in the competition.
Molly was competing for the first place, so who was this girl? Second place? Third place?
What right did she have to talk to her, the champion of M Country?
And she had the audacity to say she could decide her fate.
What a joke.
"I’d like to see how you’re going to decide my fate," Isabella said, folding her arms across her chest as if wanting to see Rosemary make a fool of herself.
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