Chapter 184

"Is this...could it be...inspired by intricate porcelain designs?"

"I've never witnessed anyone weave such refined motifs reminiscent of delicate china into fabric. It's utterly mesmerizing!"

"This represents a flawless marriage of artistic traditions, capturing the essence of ancient Pamore aesthetics. Absolutely breathtaking!"

"Honestly, I can't tear my eyes away. Observe how those classical elements are seamlessly incorporated there..."

"This transcends mere clothing! It's a celebration of Pamore's cultural legacy. Such brilliance deserves center stage at this event."

Cassandra Winslow studied Evelyn Carter's creation. Beyond astonishment, she found herself speechless. She'd completely neglected the depth of cultural heritage.

Her complexion drained of color instantly.

Her own design had embraced contemporary Pamore trends, aiming to please local tastes. Yet it unintentionally projected desperation to conform.

She'd overlooked Pamore's cultural richness, failing to recognize these elements as the current vogue.

For a local fashion showcase, cultural promotion should take precedence. She'd strayed from this fundamental principle.

Cassandra knew she'd lost - thoroughly and completely.

"Professor Whitaker, your discernment is remarkable to have discovered a talent like Evelyn!"

"Only Evelyn's majestic creations can truly embody Pamore's spirit. She's unquestionably the lead designer."

"My vote goes to Evelyn."

"I'm voting for Evelyn as well."

The consensus became undeniable as opinions shifted overwhelmingly. The decision was nearly unanimous.

Ultimately, Evelyn's votes surpassed Cassandra's by an insurmountable margin.

Though reluctant, Cassandra had to accept the outcome.

"Professor, I concede. Evelyn, the lead designer position rightfully belongs to you."

Evelyn offered a slight nod. "I appreciate your graciousness."

Yet Cassandra couldn't suppress her bitterness. "Since you're leading, Evelyn, ensure this fashion show becomes unforgettable."

"Rest assured, we'll give our utmost," Evelyn responded.

Cassandra's fists clenched. Gripping her dress hem tightly, she exited under the crowd's gaze.

None knew the fury burning within! Months of meticulous preparation undone by a newcomer.

Worse, her status as Edmund's star pupil now hung in the balance.

How could she possibly accept this?

"Congratulations, Evelyn! The show rests in your capable hands now."

"We're confident Pamore's fashion showcase will make global waves."

Edmund's expression radiated approval. "Evelyn, after this event, I have a proposition for your consideration," he teased.

Evelyn's brow furrowed slightly. "What might that be?"

"Patience," he chuckled. "We'll discuss it post-show."

Though puzzled, Evelyn smiled and nodded. "Then I'll dedicate myself fully these coming weeks."

Edmund acknowledged her resolve, then added, "I understand Kingsley Industries operates several garment factories?"

Indeed, Kingsley Industries' diverse holdings included textile manufacturing facilities.

Evelyn had anticipated Edmund's interest in this detail.