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.

depthless gaze was trained in the direction of the stage where contestants

seat, yet he was exuding a dangerous

by Ernest’s ears as he whispered, “Sir, I don’t know what is going on, but someone told me he witnessed Ms. Fraser leaving the backstage half an hour ago. It looks like…

expression on Ernest’s face became darker

and marched in the direction

confused by his actions, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you going?”

competition was still ongoing, so how could a judge leave

question remained to be unanswered as Ernest’s huge frame disappeared

knowing what to do next. Since Mr. Hawkins had left, they had one less judge. How

from the hotel, and she

it. Her gaze lacked any emotion and substance, as though she had turned into a

two girls stood up

Florence, they sneaked another glance at her. It

of the girls inched closer and asked, “Miss, are you

up at them

strangers to her. She had never seen

hastily shoved her phone which was playing a

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

familiar venue

to her stomach, “You guys

girl stared at Florence with doubt in her eyes. It was

at the competition venue right now.

“You’re right.”

sorry because you guys really resemble each

saying anything but there was a suffocating sense of bitterness in her

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

bus, and the interior of the bus assumed its usual

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

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

The final stop?

eyes albeit her confusion. She wasn’t planning to get off the final

her original destination?

was really a continuous bout of unluckiness for her.

and immediately she was greeted by a cold wind which made

area. There wasn’t a proper bus stop

overshot my stop. May I know where can I board a