< Whispers in the industry claimed that this otherwise excellent woman wouldn't normally participate in such a competition, but made an exception for someone she admired. Like all the contestants, I was incredibly curious about her. Vivian, however, was somewhat arrogant, never looking at people directly. The competition quickly began. With only one qualification spot left, two contestants had yet to present their work. Vivian Dubois and I. To create more buzz, the organizers had us appear simultaneously to unveil our designs together. I took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. Looking out at the packed house, I wasn't overly nervous. I even smiled slightly when I saw Zara Thorne in the front row, cheering me on. But when I saw the head judge in the center, my expression almost cracked. Alistair Thorne. He was actually the head judge of the Paris Design Competition. But for me, this was just a minor interlude. I quickly composed myself and began to explain my design concept. "I designed a T-shirt. It appears simple, but I followed the principle of elegant simplicity. A good design, paired with the right material, will make this garment flow like water, maximizing each person's strengths. It's comfortable to wear, unrestrictive, and empowers a sense of freedom and upward momentum..." I spoke fluent French. I had studied French in preparation for going abroad, and had been practicing constantly over the three years I started designing with my left hand. It now seemed effortless, but only because of long hours of hard work in private. As I spoke, elaborating on my vision, not only the judges but also many in the audience were moved. Beside me, Vivian Dubois frowned slightly, letting out a dismissive scoff. 12:42 pm PD DD. < But when she looked at Alistair Thorne, her usually arrogant pale blue eyes softened with a gentle glow. Vivian Dubois held up her design, presenting it while looking only at Alistair Thorne. "I designed a wedding dress. My biggest dream is to walk down the aisle with my beloved in this dress. Tell me, will my wish come true?" My long eyelashes fluttered, like a graceful sprite. Alistair Thorne's expression was calm, his gaze professional. "That question is outside the scope of this competition's answers, but my judgment for you is: disqualified." "Why?" Vivian Dubois seemed surprised. She was somewhat hurt and also a little angry, her voice inged with a challenge. "Is my work not perfect enough?" Alistair Thorne said, "At least to me, it's too formulaic, lacking soul. The contestant I've chosen to advance is: Autumn." After all nine judges made their choices. I advanced. Vivian Dubois's face went from bright to storm cloud in an instant. For the first time, she looked directly at me. "First, I don't believe her work is better than mine. Second, I even doubt such a piece was created by her. Hasn't everyone noticed? Her right hand is fake! An unknown new designer, someone no one has ever heard of, making it to the semi-finals with only her left hand? I'm sorry, but I question the fairness and integrity of this competition." When Vivian Dubois's words fell, the entire hall erupted in an uproar. I never imagined Vivian Dubois would reveal my privacy in such a public way. But I also knew this was an obstacle I had to face. I was no longer the brilliant designer I was three years ago, when I first emerged. I was an unknown left-handed designer named Autumn. Success is a climb up a pyramid, lonely and fraught with setbacks. Since it was something I would have to face sooner or later, I would not back down. "I was originally a right-handed designer, but my hand suffered an accident, so I started over three years ago. I didn't mention my past achievements because they are now firmly in the past. I believe I can create new successes. I welcome any questions, investigations, or challenges. Whether it's designing on the spot or any other method, I am ready!" My voice was soft but firm, resounding with conviction. Vivian Dubois immediately demanded two drawing boards. "Easy to say. Now, draw!" Immediately after, she watched as I held pens in both hands, drawing incredibly smooth lines. She was also a designer; she naturally knew how much effort it took to achieve such brushstrokes. Vivian Dubois's face looked awful, but she finally stopped questioning me. The venue fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause. Everyone was clapping for Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!