My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

With a sound of something tearing up, Isabel cut an opening on the shirt, and with a slight and sharp tug, the whole thing came off like a rag.

She hurled it on Florence’s face with utter pride and arrogance.

“There’s only twenty minute left until the opening sequence. Take your shabby shirt and get lost now.”

As she hugged her spoilt shirt, Florence felt a chill running over her skin, as if she had been confined in an ice cave.

She had the most potential this time to seize the championship, and her dream ever since she was little was almost realized. It was just right in front of her eyes, and she just needed to take a step and her dreams would come true. She would be able to stand on the most magnificent stage and be celebrated as the most famous designer.

Yet…

Everything was ruined at the moment. She had forever lost her chance.

Florence didn’t remember how she had gotten out of the venue of the design competition. The night breeze was howling all around her, and all she could feel was a chill that attacked her bones.

She trod forward with her rigid body aimlessly, and she didn’t even dare to steal a glance behind her back.

In the venue of the competition.

The competition finally started, and every model made their appearance with each of them wearing designer clothes.

Among the audience, there were quite many who were Florence’s supporters, and some of them were even raising up a flashing and blinking display board which had Florence’s name on it.

In the competition this time, Florence had the highest degree of support among the candidates. Almost everyone were looking forward to what kind of outstanding attire she would create this time.

However, when it was finally Florence’s model’s turn to walk the runway, she was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t Florence’s model appearing now?”

“Is there an issue?”

The crowd burst into a bout of discussion, and a commotion slowly took over the scene.

On the judges’ seats, the three judges turned to look at Ernest at the same time.

One of them who were seated the nearest to him whispered, “Mr. Hawkins, it has been some time, but Florence is not making her appearance yet. Shall we send someone to look for her, or shall we just proceed with the competition?”

They were being polite although they held the opinion that participant who was not punctual should get her qualification revoked and the show should go on with the other contestants.

However, due to the ambiguous relationship between Ernest and Florence, nobody dared to push their luck and voiced their concern.

His depthless gaze was trained in the direction of

seat,

as he whispered, “Sir, I don’t know what is going on, but someone told me he witnessed Ms.

expression on Ernest’s face became darker and

abruptly and marched in the direction to the outside of

three of the judges were confused by his actions, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you going?”

was still ongoing, so how could

as Ernest’s huge

next. Since Mr. Hawkins had left, they had one less judge. How could they continue

and

next to a window, and her forehead was perched up against it. Her gaze lacked any emotion and substance, as though she

two girls stood up in

another glance at her. It seemed like they could somehow recognize

inched closer and asked, “Miss, are you

up at them with

strangers to her. She had

her phone which was playing

of the Ovi Fashion Design Contest, and I have become Florence’s fan since

familiar

hard to force her feelings of indignation down back to

in her eyes. It was

other girl spoke, “Florence will be at the competition venue right now. It’s almost her

“You’re right.”

“I’m really sorry because you guys really resemble each other a lot. I have misrecognized

lips without saying anything but there was a

since the last round of competition, she had gained numerous fans. However, after what had happened tonight, all of her hard work

interior of the bus assumed its usual silence.

against the window powerlessly. Soon, sleep came to her the moment she shut her

was still in a half-sleep state when she heard a middle-aged man spoke, “Miss, you have reached the final stop. It’s time

The final stop?

confusion. She wasn’t planning to get off

she overshot her original

was really a continuous bout of unluckiness for her.

dragged her luggage down the bus, and immediately she was

her surroundings and took in what appeared to be a secluded countryside area. There wasn’t a proper bus

immediately raised her concern, “I’m sorry but I’ve overshot my stop. May I know where