On the other side, Evelyn Curtis casually straightened her skirt and leisurely glanced up at the big screen.
Things were unfolding as she had anticipated; Charlotte Thompson's votes were increasing very slowly, going up every now and then but quickly falling back down.
Her fans were harshly criticizing Charlotte and the spectators were disgusted with her actions.
Evelyn, in high spirits, turned her gaze on Charlotte, with a hint of unexplainable provocation.
Meanwhile, Charlotte had regained her composure and continued sketching on her paper. Her cool side-profile seemed to be imbued with an inexplicable light, making her appear almost divine.
The host stood on the other side, holding his script. He occasionally looked up at the big screen, only then noticing something amiss.
Charlotte's initial vote count had far surpassed the other designers. But now, she had been overtaken in a matter of a few minutes.
Even the host was somewhat suspicious.