Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Pennie held the pencil tightly, and the next moment, the pencil snapped, startling the designer next to her.

"What's wrong?" The designer asked.

The sound was not small and some people looked over.

That included Violet.

Violet narrowed her eyes and stared at Pennie, her red lips pursed up.

Could it be her?

Violet was unsure.

Although she and Pennie didn't have a big feud, Pennie obviously didn't treat her very well either.

If it was Phoebe, it made sense.

"Sorry, my pencil broke." Knowing that someone was watching her, Pennie apologized with an embarrassing smile.

The designer looked at her broken pen and didn't say anything, sort of accepting her apology.

The other designers averted their eyes.

Only Violet was left still staring at Pennie.

Pennie felt it, but pretended not to notice it. She took out a new pencil and sharpened it carefully, with a very calm look.

Violet still didn't see anything from Pennie's face, plus the competition had started, she couldn't afford to continue watching, so she turned her head back.

Pennie felt the disappearance of Violet's sight and sighed with a faint and unbearable relief, but in her heart, she was depressed.

It seemed that Violet was already suspecting her.

Pennie bit her lower lip, touched her earring and lowered her voice, "There's something that I want you to help me out with first, otherwise we won't be able to continue the game."

"Go ahead." A raspy voice came out of her earring stud.

Pennie looked around, covered her lips, and gave her order.

It was only when she heard the man say yes that she felt relieved.

of a preliminary round, it was

so the atmosphere in

round,

one wanted to be one

design, made the dress, and then

thing that was different was

it was a unified

this time the

directly and literally, but one must understand what love was, and only when

points for designing a dress that

for some single designers who hadn't

after the grouping comes with such a difficult theme."

him as he hugged the drowsy Ayra, "How do you

at their expressions, those designers are all depressed and haven't moved their pens until now, that already says it."

"Not bad, you have very careful

been reading criminal investigation books lately, and micro-expression analysis is

do you want to read this kind of

to be a criminal profiler in

the top of the building, being

was better not to have extravagant hopes for his father's company, which was why

he looked at Calvin, seemingly

rubbed Calvin's head, "You're still young now,

added, "Mommy won't be stuck,

eyes falling on the

Violet wasn't caught in the camera right now and he couldn't see her, he was sure that this theme, in

had expected, while the other designers were still pondering what love was and looking for inspiration, Violet was

could be

of adolescence, the boldness and passion of youth, the blandness of middle age, and

was different for every age group

one thing was the same and was recognized worldwide, and that

not mean love, but love must

her best understanding of love was

finished. It was black and white, very time

After finishing the painting, Violet got up and went to the fabric

Everyone else was stunned.

some had only just painted, some were only halfway

she was nervous