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Chapter 0373
ASHANTI'S POV.
"Good morning everyone." I greet cheerfully as I approach my fashion team with Ryan by my side. They respond in chorus, with bright smiles on their faces. Everyone looks excited and I'm sure just like me, they cannot wait to start already. << We all look very cheerful this morning."
"That's because it's day one of the competition and we can't wait!" One of my colleagues replies and I turn to him.
"Really? One would think that a day like this will make you all nervous, but here you are in high spirits, wishing for the competition to start already. I'm so proud to have such confident fashionistas as my teammates. I look forward to embarking on this journey with you all."
"We are going to have a blast and you'll be crowned fashion King. That's for sure!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now." I say in a hushed tune as I look around to make sure no one else heard her. "This is going to be a tough competition. Take a look around and you'll see the amount of excellent designers we are up against."
"What does it matter?" That's Ryan. I blink in surprise. "You're the best." He says and goes to the back to take a seat. Just then, the entire hall goes dead silent and I turn to see what happened. My heart starts drumming in my chest when I see the judges walking in. There's six of them.
Four men and two women.
They are former Fashion King's who have won the title at least three times each.
The most successful and most
feared judge among them is Morgan James. He's a sixty-year-old who never smiles for any reason. During his prime years as a designer, he won six Fashion King competitions, four of which were in a row. He's the greatest designer to ever live in this world and just being in the same room with him right now gives me goosebumps.
I've watched a few clips about how he gives remarks on designs created by designers during competitions. He's absolutely brutal! He never fails to make designers cry with his brutal remarks about their designs.
I pray I don't cry.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
"Today is the day the competition begins and we'll be starting with something simple but stylish..." One of the female judges, Mrs Elinda Jones reports. Only her voice can be heard echoing throughout the hall. Just like my team and me, the other head designers are looking at the judges with great concentration with serious looks on their faces. "Your are tasked with designing and creating bikini outfits for ladies. Each of you is expected to come up with three different designs which are to be displayed on the three mannequin dolls you see in your work spaces. As the competition progresses, real models will be required to wear your designs and walk a runway. For now, the mannequins will do. The time
allocated for this task is three hours and it starts when the sound of bell goes. You will be invigilated by people who will ensure that no foul play is done by any of you at any point of the competition and by us, the judges. Anyone caught trying to cheat in any manner will be disqualified and banned from taking part in this competition for a period of five years, so beware. Good luck."
The moment she steps back, about a dozen men and women, all dressed in black suits walk into the hall and station themselves at various corners of the hall.
The invigilators.
Way to instil panic in people's hearts.
Just great.
Soon, fabrics for the competition are brought in by servants dressed in uniform. We are all given the same fabrics but with different colours.
Ten minutes later, the bell goes and
the competition starts. As the head designer, I'm responsible for coming up with all the designs while my team members set up the equipment and fabrics we'll be using to sew the designs I'll create feel very confident about this because designing bikinis is one of my fortes.
The bikini line I launched a few
months ago was very successful. I'm sure to Ace this.