Back at the hospital, Gerard looked at her, concern evident. “Hungry?

What would you Like?"

“I've been craving crayfish."

“You can't have seafood right now. How about some soothing porridge instead?"

Lilah pouted. "Why ask if you'll decide for me?"

"Once you're better, you can feast on all the crayfish you want,"

Gerard said, brushing her hair gently.

Only then did she grin.

Gerard kept her company throughout the night.

The next day brought the fashion show.

Injured as she was, Lilah insisted on attending the event.

The awards would follow the show.

Tension filled the air. National pride was on the line.

The host took center stage, announcing, “First up, our third-place winner—Nemo!"

As Nemo graciously acknowledged the applause, the host continued, “In second place, from Hualand, we have Lilah Phillips!"

While the applause continued, the atmosphere was palpable. Although second place was a good result, there was the bet. Lilah had claimed that she would be the champion.

Undeterred, she gracefully made her way to the stage.

"And now, the moment we've all been waiting for-our first-place winner!" The host's voice boomed, "Anita Bailey!"

The room erupted in cheers.

Anita, beaming, greeted the crowd like a true celebrity as she ascended the stage.

The frontmost row housed the judges. Those from Hualand wore expressions of discontent.

Contrastingly, Fauwille's judges were all grins.

"Such a shame for Hualand. Lilah not only lost, but she's also obligated to apologize. They may want to point fingers, but it's Lilah who put the stakes so high."

"Couldn't agree more. Hualand's designers are just too cocky."