The situation was utterly perplexing.
Katelyn shrugged, shaking her head. “I don’t have the answers. But don’t stress about it. Just give it your best shot. As for the outcome, we’ll put in everything we’ve got.”
Her gaze lingered on Ashlyn’s design, noting its level of detail. While it could be finished quickly, the result would likely lack the polish and depth it deserved. The choice now lay in Ashlyn’s hands—would she prioritize the effect or aim for a fully realized piece?
On the other hand, Fiona was completely stunned. This wasn’t the task she had expected for the second round. Why hadn’t Ryanna given her any warning? Her design was highly detailed, with several elements demanding time-consuming, traditional techniques. There was no way she could complete it in such a short time.
Could Ryanna have been setting her up for failure on purpose? The thought that Katelyn and Ashlyn would mock her if she faltered made Fiona’s heart race. The more her mind churned, the more nervous she became.
Meanwhile, the host remained unfazed, casually announcing, “You have thirty minutes to submit your work.”
The designers were left speechless, caught off guard by the abrupt demand. Was this some sort of setup for failure? They had anticipated having forty or fifty minutes, but their expectations had been way off. Katelyn and Ashlyn stayed silent, diving straight into their tasks. Time was ticking, and whether it was thirty minutes or thirty hours, they knew they couldn’t spare a single moment.
Fiona shot a pleading glance at Ryanna, hoping for some support. But Ryanna didn’t even spare Fiona a glance, her attention completely focused on the design sketch in her hands.
Annie barely spared Fiona a second thought, her gaze quickly shifting to Katelyn. There was no hiding the contempt in her eyes. She didn’t believe for a second that Katelyn would actually make it through this round.
Meanwhile, Khalid seemed completely detached, sipping his coffee as if the fate of the designers had no bearing on him.
However, the other judge watched the designers with a furrowed brow, concern evident on his face. What if none of them could pull it off? The embarrassment would be hard to ignore.
On the other hand, the live stream chat was alive with chatter, the comments flowing in at a rapid pace.
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“Is this really how they’re doing it? I can’t imagine the final product looking presentable at all.”
“Same here. But I’m keeping the stream on while I clean the house. Might as well use it for some entertainment.”
“You’re so productive! I’m just going to keep working while I wait for the results.”
The live stream played in the background for most viewers. With such a long wait ahead, there wasn’t much reason to watch every second closely. For those with time to kill, the chat became a hub for casual conversation.
To avoid any awkward lulls, the officials had lined up a few short musical performances. This vibrant atmosphere was a refreshing change from the usual.
Given that the event was hosted by the royal family, Katelyn and the other designers had access to an impressive array of resources. Practically everything they could need had been thoughtfully prepared for them.
A wave of curiosity swept over the viewers, eager to discover the materials and tools that designers usually relied on. This live stream was a rare chance to gain insight into their creative processes.
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