Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

I guess Jasmine must have known that Mr. Moore would be the person to challenge us when the competition advanced into the quarter-finals. She must have contacted Isabelle regarding the theme of the competition! With that, she’d gain an upper hand in this round!

“Okay, I got it. Don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise to you. I’ll win first place instead of Natalie.” Jasmine’s voice sounded again.

Natalie instantly knew what she was up to based on what she had heard from Jasmine’s conversation with Isabelle and the mention of her name.

All Isabelle wanted is to make use of Jasmine to beat me in the competition. I guess she really hates me!

It did not take long before Jasmine appeared in the conference room.

Natalie’s glance went cold when she looked at her confident expression.

Jasmine noticed her stare and turned to lock eyes with her. She even raised her chin in a challenging manner towards Natalie.

“Huh…” Natalie was rather amused.

I really don’t understand how someone so incompetent has the audacity to provoke others.

Natalie ignored her as she busied herself by preparing her sketchpad and pencil for the competition.

Mr. Moore, who held a walking cane, arrived with Mr. Walford. Mr. Moore

of. Judging from the writing style and meaning of the quote, Natalie guessed it was related

to the elements

in frustration as she looked at Mr. Moore who remained

he smiled at the designers who had no idea where to begin. He picked up the mic and

The crowd nodded.

Moore to

admit that the theme wouldn’t be an easy guess. Hence, I’ll give you a tip. The answer is on me. As long as

that, Mr. Moore closed his eyes and stopped talking

wasted no time as they quickly examined him from head to toe, hoping to find the answer he claimed

was no exception. She squinted her eyes to focus as she observed him. Finally, she spotted a totem of

smiled and

The theme is costume

many ethnic minorities, they all had one thing in common. Embroidery! It was a common element that the ethnic

design. She hurriedly picked up her pencil and began to sketch a

any clothes nor do model catwalks. All we have to do is hand in a design sketch to Mr. Moore. Whoever’s design catches Mr. Moore’s eyes