"Michelle, you're too full of yourself. Aside from using top-notch essential oils, your piece, ain't nothing special! All these years later, and you seem to be stuck on this 'noble' theme! Forgotten your roots, have ya?
“Every time there's an international competition, I look forward to your entry, but yet again you've let me down. I suggest you go back and take a good look at your previous work."
Hearing this, Michelle’s face turned beet red. She clenched her teeth, but still felt defiant.
Over the years, she had spent every day thinking about how to improve and break through herself. And now she was being told to go back and look at her old work, what was that about?
What pissed her off even more was that she had actually lost to Keira?!
“Can I see Rosanna's piece? At least let me admit defeat?”
“Hell, no!”
Michelle clenched her teeth and stubbornly stood her ground, refusing to leave.
Allan looked at Michelle's stubborn refusal to admit defeat, furrowed his brows, but finally handed her a scent strip of Keira's piece.
“Allan, that's not right!”
“What's there to be afraid of? All these pieces will be showcased at this year's award ceremony anyway.”
Michelle quickly took the scent strip, sniffed it, and her face immediately changed.
Her resolve seemed to waver.
Then, she chuckled bitterly. “Rosanna said it embodies the first snow of the morning? Ha, she's describing such a gentle piece with the cold, icy snow? I don’t get it, how did she create such a perfect piece!”
The judges also shook their heads.
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