The Hualand designers, however, shifted uneasily. With L.P hailing from Fauwille, victory seemed even more elusive.

Phoebe's grip tightened, her knuckles white. “This can't be! L.P from Fauwille? That's not the story I've heard."

“She's an imposter," Lilah stated flatly.

Phoebe's gaze darted to Lilah, searching for assurance.

Feeling triumphant, the man from Fauwille sneered at Lilah, saying, “Admit it. Jealous, right? Here's the genuine L.P. Feeling the pressure?"

Brushing off his words like an annoying fly, Lilah retorted, "Save your breath."

His face reddened; her indifference struck a nerve. He made a mental note to put her in her place after the contest.

The Fauwille Design Association leaders soon entered, their presence demanding attention.

“Welcome to our esteemed design contest," the president began, his voice amiable. “Your efforts haven't gone unnoticed. We've arranged a feast in your honor, and I hope it'll be to your liking.”

Beside him were the senior members, one of whom was Bernard.

As food filled the tables, the leaders moved from one guest to another, offering toasts and spreading cheer.

When the Hualand designers’ turn came, Bernard, with mischief in his eyes, tilted his glass to Lilah. "Miss Phillips," he drawled, "what a surprise to see you here. Given your talents, you're aiming for the top spot, aren't you?"

Lilah met his gaze levelly. "I'll give it my best shot; winning or losing, I take it in stride. What's truly sad is when someone throws a fit over a loss, and then switches sides, betraying their own."

The undercurrent in her words was not lost on the crowd, and some suppressed chuckles.

The moment was delicious for those Hualand designers Listening.

Bernard's facade slipped for a mere second, before he masked it with a smirk. “I eagerly await your showing."

With that, he moved on.

Phoebe grinned at Lilah. “Miss Phillips, your candor is refreshing.

It's a treat to be on your team."

Others nodded in agreement. “While words have their place, our designs will do the talking. Here's to us giving our all and clinching top spots!" Lilah toasted.

With a chorus of affirmations, they clinked glasses.

An hour later, the banquet hall began to empty. As Lilah made her way toward her room, she turned to Phoebe. “Forget the paperwork tonight. We've got a big day tomorrow.”

Phoebe's sheepish smile betrayed her. “Miss Phillips, do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?" She chuckled. “Got it.”

Both retreated to their rooms. Settling into bed, exhaustion threatened to pull Lilah under, but a ping from her phone caught her attention. It was from Gerard. "Back safe?"