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.

start of the event, Ernest didn’t look very happy. His depthless gaze was trained in the direction of

seated elegantly on his seat, yet he was exuding

but someone told me he witnessed Ms. Fraser leaving the backstage half an hour ago. It looks like… she has forfeited her

on Ernest’s face became darker and darker.

and marched

three of the judges were confused by his actions, “Mr. Hawkins,

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

as Ernest’s huge frame disappeared in their field of

Since Mr. Hawkins had left, they had one

were dragging along her luggage from the hotel, and she

gaze lacked any emotion and substance,

almost reached the next stop, and two girls stood up in preparation to

glance at her. It seemed

the girls inched closer

looked up at them

two girls were total strangers to her. She

her phone which was playing a live streaming video in

and I have become Florence’s fan since the last round of competition. You look like her so much. Are you Florence

gradually reddened as she gazed at the familiar venue of

indignation down back to her stomach,

her eyes. It was apparent she found

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

“You’re right.”

nodded while flashing a smile at Florence, “I’m really sorry because you guys really resemble each other a

her lips without saying anything but there was a suffocating sense of bitterness

last round of competition, she had gained numerous fans. However, after what had happened tonight, all of

the bus, and the interior of the bus

leaned against the window powerlessly. Soon, sleep came to her the

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

The final stop?

her confusion. She wasn’t

her original destination?

bout of unluckiness for

the bus, and immediately she was

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

sorry but I’ve overshot my stop. May I know where