After a while, the two girls walked through the crowd to the area in front of the stage, where there were chairs with names already reserved. Now, the two of them were sitting prominently in the best corner, clearly seeing all the activities on stage. From the script that Didier had sent in advance, Nongnapat knew that her winning collection was kept under the stage floor. It was reserved as the highlight of the event. The moment the host announced the names of the winners of the contest, the dress that Nongnapat had designed would be lifted up by hydraulics from below, along with smoke, lights, and sounds that were spectacularly spectacular. Then Nongnapat had to get up from her seat to walk onto the stage according to the queue that had been arranged.
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The slender hands were shaking and soaked in sweat. The new designer was tiptoeing back and forth to cover up her symptoms.
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"I'm so excited, Anda. Is it almost time?"
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"It's normal, my friend. Meeting two handsome men in front of you at the same time is like this. It's a good thing one of them is my boyfriend. Otherwise, you would have been shocked."
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"You idiot!... It's not like that. I mean when you go up to receive the award. I'm so excited I'm numb."
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While acting flustered downstairs, and talking intimately, the two best friends didn't know that their behavior had already been targeted by Gaston's sharp gaze.
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The young man who owned the event felt something was wrong from the first second. He couldn't remember who or who invited the two Asian girls to the event, and they even sat in the seats reserved for VIPs. Deep down, Gaston didn't think that the Easterners would have such high-level design skills that they would receive awards. His eyes were full of ridicule, so he had to put it into words in the end.
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"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you to everyone who still loves and misses Limone Beauduin like I do. No matter how many months or years pass, I believe that she will always be in our hearts. You can see from every collection of clothes that were brought to display today... Each outfit was designed and tailored by a new wave of designers inspired by Limone. Even though the winning artwork was by a "Thai person"...!"
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The original French sentence ended abruptly with a commotion from all directions... He knew who they were!!!
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"Thailand, the country my beloved loved so much... and intended to bring fashion advancement to them, but in the end, they had to end their lives tragically because of the lack of discipline of the people on the streets."
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"This contest and exhibition would never have happened if she hadn't died...!"
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"Lady and the Jetterman!... Please meet the first-place winning collection and the designer from Thailand, Nongnapas Rattanakorn! K... K... K... Korn!!!"
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Gaston did something unscripted. The guests frowned, but it was good that he applauded to maintain his manners. It shouldn't have turned out this way! The host and Didier were stunned. No one expected that someone as attentive to the little details as Gaston would dare to do something that was not in the plan that had been rehearsed before. His actions were intentionally humiliating Nongnapat.
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Instead of walking onto the stage to unveil the outfit that she had devoted her life to creating, in the blink of an eye, the hydraulic system was slowly lifting the outfit she had designed from the gap under the stage floor. In the split second that the follower's light shone, all eyes of the people at the event saw Nongnapat as a villain. The faint applause was unintentional. It was good that they didn't boo her.
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This was the evil of a man who did this to a small Asian woman. He didn't know her personally, didn't know who she was or how much he admired her idol, Limone. He never even knew that even he himself was one of her inspirations in creating it, just because he secretly knew the truth that she was Thai. Anger and dissatisfaction were vented as if waiting for the right time to get revenge.
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"What the heck, this isn't in the script?!"
Anda exclaimed and signaled to Didier who was standing on stage.
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"It's okay, Anda. Can't you see that your boyfriend is also busy? I don't think he can help us now. Gaston probably knows the truth about where we came from…"
"That's good… so we don't have to hide anything anymore. I'll go first because according to the script, I still have to go on stage to present my award-winning outfit."
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"Hmm… bear with me, Pat. Good luck, my friend. I'm rooting for you. This has nothing to do with us. That Gaston is so blunt. How could he say such things? He's so disrespectful. No wonder Didier keeps complaining about himself."
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The music picked up the tempo and became more exciting. The lights and sounds were scattered like threads under the seams of his pants. After being the center of attention for a while, Finally, Nongnapas successfully walked onto the stage. At this point, it can be said that everything looked very gloomy. The atmosphere on stage did not look good at all. Gaston stared at the young designer with intense eyes and mocked her with his body language. Similarly, Nongnapas looked back at him without any of the old infatuation. The host of the event had to find a way around it by snatching the microphone from Gaston's hand!