Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

Amelia should have just let them run Heidi over back then!

Forty minutes later, the competition host turned on the microphone and said excitedly, "The global off-site voting has ended! Our champion has been decided. Let's unveil the results!"

On the big screen, each artwork was displayed with its creator's name,

accompanied by a voting bar of different colors. The rankings were clear at a glance.

As the host's passionate voice rang out, the vote counters for the final six seamstresses started rolling. With each passing second, their votes skyrocketed.noveldrama

In Prosper Stitch Group's seating area, four people were present-Janice, Edward, the vice director, and Clara Lancaster from the PR department.

Among the thousand attendees, nearly all eyes were glued to the vote bars.

Janice's Embers & Waves had a black vote bar. It surged forward quickly, instantly surpassing the other contestants.

The scrolling numbers hadn't stopped yet.

As the speed slowed down, one particular work closely followed Janice's tally.

The venue fell into absolute silence. Finally, the scrolling came to an end. A round of applause erupted all at once.

The champion had been revealed, and a golden crown icon appeared above Janice's name. She turned to Edward with a smile, exhaling in relief.

Meanwhile, the seamstress from Onley Group, who had narrowly lost, looked grim. If she failed to win first place, she would have to return the full sum Onley Group had paid her. She glared in the direction where Prosper Stitch Group's seats were.

Why did they have to compete this year?

"Congratulations, Ms. Janice Smith! Now, let's all admire the masterpiece that claimed first place!"

The screen zoomed in on Embers & Waves.

Even those in the industry who had lost couldn't help but marvel at its success and intricate detail.

Meanwhile, Celine Harper, the head of the National Crochet Union, scrutinized the crochet piece carefully. Something about the style and stitching habits felt eerily similar to Shirley's work.

She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Shirley via WhatsApp.

"Ms. Olson, doesn't this piece resemble your style?"

Janice had brought two phones today, each logged into different WhatsApp accounts. Seeing the message, she replied. "I'm seeing it right now. I'm here at the venue."

Celine was stunned. "You're here? Where?"

Next was the acceptance speech, but Janice handed the task over to Clara, the head of the PR department. She had no intention of going@p there to say a few words of pleasantries. She had never done it in previous years either.

But just as Clara took the microphone, a voice called out from the back rows. "Wait! I object to this crochet piece!"

Janice turned her head and immediately recognized the masked woman-it was Heidi.

A spectator who admired Embers &

Waves immediately retorted, "You object? This is the result of

votes! The audience has no say in this."

"Exactly! Don't delay the speech."

Someone who had bet on Embers & Waves winning sneered, "Who do you think

you are? Just because you object doesn't mean it matters."

Heidi stood up and raised a brooch shaped like a crochet needle.

"I object because I am Shirley Olson!"

Louis turned sharply. He had met Shirley before, and she looked nothing like this woman. Could it be that the real Shirley feared Onley Group and had sent someone in her

place? the

The audience and contestants began murmuring among themselves.

"That's an official souvenir awarded only to international crocheting champions!" "She's Shirley Olson, the legendary master?"

"So, she's this young?"

Even the foreign attendees were baffled. "Oh my god! What's happening? Is Ms. Olson dissatisfied with this piece?"

The international competition committee was equally stunned, and all eyes turned to Celine.

The crowd grew restless.

Was the crochet master here to challenge this year's champion?

Things were about to get interesting.