One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 509 Result of the Competition

Steven was shocked by the enthusiasm in Linda's eyes and was afraid to shake her hand.

He lived in the hospital all year round or either stayed in the drawing room and rarely spent time with

people, let alone a girl with an extremely lively personality like Linda.

"I ......" Steven's face turned blushed, and both of his hands swung helplessly.

Linda saw this and laughed out, "Violet, your brother is so cute and so innocent."

It was the first time Violet had seen a boy like this, and she found it a bit rare.

And Steven, seemingly aware of how humiliating he looked, couldn't help but lower his head.

"Alright, Linda, don't tease Steven." Violet gave Linda a blank look, then took Steven's hand, "Steven,

this is my friend Linda, she has such a personality, she likes beautiful boys, because you are good

looking, that's why she is like this, don't take it to heart."

"Yes, yes, I just got a little enthusiastic because you're good looking, don't be afraid." Linda said in a

hurry.

Steven nodded, "Okay."

"Let's go in, let's go in first." Violet pulled Steven's hand and walked towards the villa.

Linda walked alongside and struck up a conversation with Steven.

Perhaps it was Violet's words just now that calmed Steven's nervousness about Linda.

Steven's voice gradually became normal in response to Linda's questioning, and he no longer spoke in

a staccato manner as he had just been nervous.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

When they walked into the villa, Violet took Steven upstairs to see the two children.

Arya still had a bandage on her head and on her arms and legs, lying on the bed unable to move.

Calvin was already able to walk around and sit, and was currently sitting on the bed with a storybook,

telling Arya a story.

Seeing Steven enter, the two children's eyes lit up and they called out in unison for their uncle.

Steven was happy and worried at the same time, "Sis, the injuries on Calvin and Arya ......"

"It was an accident." Violet said with a twinkle in her eyes.

She wasn't going to spill the beans on how the two kids got hurt.

Steven's world was simple, without much intrigue.

So, she hoped that Steven could remain this simple.

When Steven saw how serious Violet was talking, he didn't think much about it and nodded his head.

After that, Violet let him stay with the two children while she went out.

Over the next few days, Violet began to get busy.

Because of the competition, she had to go out every day to meet with her Group A teammates for

meetings and discussion.

After all, it was a team competition and each team's design must be perfect, uniform in style and similar

in fabric.

If one teammate's work deviated and was far from the rest of the designers, it was likely to pull down

the group's score.

One person's score could potentially determine a group's ultimate survival, so there was no room for

sloppiness.

Time flied and a week passed.

The round, finally, came down to the final deciding day.

Designing clothes for the disabled can put this group of designers through a lot.

Many designers had lost weight as a result.

Although Violet hadn't lost weight, her mental state was obviously not good either, with large dark

circles hanging below her eyelids.

Because of revising the design, modifying the ready-to-wear, and discussing with other designers about

the makeup for the Siamese sisters' runway show, etc., she really didn't get much rest in the past few

days.

By this time, the models were already in the dressing room changing for their first round of runway

clothes.

Violet's dress was in the seventh round and it was still early, so she sort of had a little break, and after

buying a cup of hot milk, she went to sit down on the cool chair in the corridor for some rest.

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Why are you here alone?"

Violet immediately straightened her back and twisted her head in disbelief.

Seeing Stanley's thin lips slightly hooked, with a smile in his eyes, standing there looking at her, she

hurriedly put the milk down, stood up and jumped into the man's arms, "Why did you suddenly come

over? Didn't you say you weren't coming this weekend?"

"A surprise for you." Stanley said softly as he wrapped his arms around the woman.

Violet was angry and hammered him on the back, "You are so naughty !"

The smile in Stanley's eyes grew bigger and bigger.

He gently pushed her away, took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Stop, doesn't your hand

hurt?"

"Do you hurt? I just hit you hard, does it hurt?" Violet asked with concern.

Stanley looked down and kissed her hand, "It doesn't hurt."

"Sit down." Violet pulled Stanley back to the cool chair.

After sitting down, she asked, "When did you get here?"

"Just arrived, I came over here right after I got off the plane." Stanley said as he rubbed her belly.

Violet's body leaned back, exposing her belly for him to touch.

She had not even three months pregnant though.

But the belly already had some slight bulge that wasn't obvious, but he could feel it when he touched it.

Stanley could feel right now that the little one under his hand had grown up a lot.

"So you didn't go to the villa to see Calvin and Arya, right?" Violet said.

Stanley nodded, "There was no time, the most important reason I came over this time, besides coming

to see you guys, is that the Design Association invited me to a meeting, not just me, the bosses of the

world's top luxury goods were invited."

"Oh?" Violet blinked in surprise, "is it something big?"

"It is related to your clothing design for the disabled. According to the global census, ten percent of the

total population are disabled, that's almost nearly several hundred million people, so the market it big."

Stanley said.

Violet lifted her chin, "I vaguely guessed that the association might have their hands on this field, and

now it seems that it's true."

"The association also wants to make money, so naturally, we won't miss out on such a large market."

Stanley smoothed her hair.

Violet nodded, "Since you have been invited, it seems that this matter has been nailed down, and the

next pattern of the world's fashion world will undergo a radical change, there will no longer be only

orthodox clothing designs and clothing designers."

"That's right, but you orthodox clothing designers and clothing designers who design clothes for

disables will still be divided into two pieces that don't interfere with each other, and it wouldn't be fair to

the competition later on if they were mixed together." Stanley uttered.

Violet enlightened, "This is good. I know that not all designers can design clothes for disables, but if

they are divided into two pieces that do not interfere with each other, the designers who can't accept

the fact would have no problem."

Many designers were high and mighty, claiming to be orthodox, and would only design clothes for

people of high status, and would not care the disables.

Therefore, they could not accept those people into the fashion industry, but if it did not interfere with

each other, there would be no problem.

"In addition to clothing design, jewelry design, and shoe and hat design will perhaps be reformed one

after another, it's an inevitable trend." Stanley added.

Violet nodded, "Definitely, the dress was originally linked together, no one can be missing, it's

impossible to just change the clothes and leave the rest the same, otherwise how it would be ugly to

match."

As they were talking, a designer from Group A came over, "Violet, the seventh round of the runway is

about to start, go and get ready."