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.

happy. His depthless gaze was trained in the direction of the stage where

on his seat, yet he was

but someone told me he witnessed Ms. Fraser leaving the backstage

on Ernest’s face became

up abruptly and marched in

by his actions, “Mr. Hawkins, where

ongoing, so how could a judge leave the venue so suddenly?

unanswered as Ernest’s huge frame disappeared in their

next. Since Mr. Hawkins had

from the hotel, and she boarded

was perched up against it. Her gaze lacked any emotion and substance, as though she had turned into a lifeless doll without any

the next stop, and two girls stood up in preparation to get off

passed by Florence, they sneaked another glance at her. It seemed like they could

girls inched closer and asked, “Miss,

them with confusion in

total strangers to her. She had never

her phone which was playing a live streaming video

Design Contest, and I have become Florence’s fan since the last round of competition. You

eyes gradually reddened as she gazed at the familiar venue of completion

force her feelings of indignation down back to her stomach, “You guys have mistaken me for her.

stared at Florence with doubt in her eyes. It was apparent she found Florence’s words

spoke, “Florence will be at the competition

“You’re right.”

at Florence, “I’m really sorry because you

but there was a suffocating sense of bitterness in her

However, after what had happened tonight, all of her hard work and

girls alighted the bus, and the interior of the bus assumed

very upset as she leaned against the window powerlessly. Soon, sleep came to her the moment

a half-sleep state when she heard a middle-aged man spoke, “Miss, you have reached

The final stop?

albeit her confusion. She wasn’t planning

she overshot her original destination?

really a continuous bout of unluckiness for

down the bus, and immediately she was

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

“I’m sorry but I’ve overshot my stop. May