The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 190

The host's voice had barely faded when an unusual wave of murmuring broke out among the audience.

Designers whispered amongst themselves, completely taken aback by the revelation And this particular woman, Ms. Clarkson, had actually clinched the championship?

The host himself seemed surprised, pausing momentarily before continuing, "From what I hear, she's a newcomer to the design world. No, rather, she's the dark horse of our design industry, and remarkably claims the highest honor a designer could attain. Now, let's invite Ms. Clarkson onto the stage to receive her trophy."

Though no one had heard of Ms. Clarkson before, they sincerely applauded the victor.

Amidst the roaring applause, the champion of the contest, Ms. Clarkson, gracefully made her way to the stage.

Ms. Clarkson appeared slightly shy as she joined the host on stage, seeming somewhat uneasy.

The host, a veteran of many such events, noticed the awkwardness and immediately lightened the mood with a genial grin. He gallantly bowed to Ms. Clarkson. "My lady, are you from Neptune?"

Ms. Clarkson blinked in surprise. "Neptune?"

"Indeed, for why else would your eyes hold such intoxicating constellations?" The host joked.

Ms. Clarkson chuckled.

"A smile that could topple a kingdom," the host continued, seeing the mood had lightened. "Ms. Clarkson, although you're a newcomer to the design industry, this crystal crown you've designed has topped this competition. Could you share the inspiration behind it?"

The mention of the crystal crown referred to the piece on display on the stage.

The other designers on stage fell silent, and their eyes were all drawn to the mesmerizing crystal crown.

The crown was completely encrusted with amethysts, but it didn't resemble the traditional British crowns one might have expected. Instead, it was a novel design.

A few recognized the design. "Is that a phoenix crown? Combining the phoenix crown with a royal one, that's ingenious."

On the crown was a lazily perched golden phoenix. Its feathers were adorned with colorful crystals. The depiction was lifelike and exuded an indomitable pride, making the crown look regal.

In a moment, any lingering dissatisfaction among the designers evaporated. They all agreed that Ms. Clarkson was a deserving champion.

"Ms. Clarkson, would you honor me by accepting my dinner invitation?" The host gentlemanly asked, once again bending down in a bow.