Chapter 1792
Matilda saw Rosalind’s tears streaming down her face and quickly went to hug her, whispering words of solace, “Oh, sweetie, don’t cry. Some things, some people… they just aren’t meant for us.”
Her tone had shifted dramatically. Just moments ago, she was pressing Joshua for assurances, hopeful that Zephyr could keep his leadership role and allow Rosalind and Lysander to marry. She hadn’t paid much mind to the history between Thalassa and Lysander either.
But now, hearing Joshua reveal that Lysander might never walk again, she began to console Rosalind, suggesting Lysander wasn’t her destiny after all.
Rosalind, her beliefs shattered, clung to her mother’s clothes and wept unrestrainedly in her arms. Matilda gently stroked her back, offering the softest comfort she could muster, “Let it out, honey. Sometimes, crying can make things a little easier.”
Joshua, observing the mother-daughter embrace, understood clearly that they no longer sought the Sinclair family’s approval. It dawned on him that Rosalind couldn’t accept a Lysander who was less than whole. Ads by PubFuture
With a heavy sigh, Joshua rose and walked upstairs.
Five days later, the jewelry design competition’s final round proceeded smoothly. The format was similar to the semifinals, with designers presenting their creations modeled for the audience. However, unlike the semifinals where judges picked the winner, the final round winners were decided by votes from both the television and live audience, making it broader and more democratic.
Having learned her lesson, ThalassaNôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
was meticulous from drawing the initial designs to the final jewelry making, taking extra precautions to ensure her work remained
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untouched. Only after confirming everything was in order did she submit her piece to the organizers the day before the competition, specifically inquiring about the security of her work. Content
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The organizers reassured her of the utmost confidentiality, promising a repeat of the semifinal debacle was impossible. Comforted by their assurance, Thalassa felt relieved.
The day of the competition saw a
el
bustling venue, but this time, Lysander was by Thalassa’s side, not accompanying Rosalind as before. Feeling his presence, Thalassa looked at Lysander and found tranquility. He noticed her gaze, intertwined his fingers with hers, palm to palm, sharing a warmth that was beyond compare.
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Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Thalassa, initially nervous, found her calm, confidently focusing on the stage.
After the host’s lengthy introduction, the competition officially began. The semifinalists, along with the top three designers from other regions, totaled nine contestants.
The first model hit the runway showcasing the first contestant’s ruby collection, dressed in an
emerald green strapless gown. The contrast between the dress and the red ruby jewelry highlighted the gems’ brilliance under the dazzling lights, showcasing luxury in its full glory. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
The audience’s enthusiastic applause indicated their appreciation for the first designer’s work, setting a high bar and leaving Thalassa feeling the weight of the competition. Everyone was exceptionally talented, making her anxious about how her own creations would be received.
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