A Crazy Night Novel

Christina’s victorious moment was short–lived when everyone began casting doubtful glances at her.

Her face fell, and a hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes.

No one would feel good in a situation like that, but Nancy could not be bothered when she stood forward and questioned unapologetically, “Ms. Selena, please explain why all of us got homeless beggars as models while Christina got a ballerina. This is blatant partiality!”

Since she did not win any awards, Nancy figured she had nothing to lose, so she challenged Selena outright about Christina’s special treatment.

This is so unfair!

Faced with Nancy’s interrogation, Christina felt the urge to confront Nancy and divulge the truth about the models, but Selena beat her to it.

“Watch your tongue. Who gave you the right to challenge me? Zele?” Selena fumed. She was defensive because Nancy had challenged her despite her specifying that the competition would be carried out fairly.

“I…” Nancy was suddenly stumped.

She participated in the competition because Zele had asked her to and even requested that she bring home an award. Now that things had turned out like that, she would only fall out of Zele’s favor, and the thought of it made Nancy detest Christina even more.

Her dissatisfaction was so strong she felt like throwing Christina off the stage and snatching her award from her.

It was apparent that other designers were on her side from the discontent written all over their faces. They could not see why Christina’s work was better than theirs.

Selena addressed all of them without the slightest hint of pity in her voice. “I told all of you never to forget why you became a designer in the first place,

designers looked at one another, trying to guess what Selena was trying

know why you lost?” Selena asked with her face darkened. “First, you guys are not as capable. Second, none of you took it to heart to get to know your models. I’ll show you who your models

again, all the designers found themselves dumbfounded, except for Christina, who seemed cool as a cucumber, as if she had seen through everything

professional models appeared on the stage one after another, moving down the runway with the perfect catwalk. Their strides were swift, and their gazes

professionally trained, the designers

importantly, out of all the models assigned to the designers, only Christina’s was not a professional model but a ballerina. That was why she had danced her way through

other designers had had the upper hand over her

themselves. Looking at the experienced models walking

are all of you not cut for it, but you are also narrow–minded. All of you are sore losers. You all need to learn to be

one of them went forward immediately and apologized to Christina, “I’m sorry, Christina. You won because you

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the designers took turns congratulating her before going off the stage. The truth was all of them had known that Christina was the best among them, but blinded by jealousy, they had joined those who

Selena’s words spoke sense into them, they realized they should celebrate others‘ achievements

she had put in relatively more effort than the rest out of her desire to win, not because she had paid

she felt disgruntled that that

meaningful event ended amidst the audience’s praises. While Selena was famed as an extraordinary designer, that was

home, the film crew began a celebration for the winners, but Christina seemed distracted with her gaze wandering in the crowd, trying to locate

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