On the day of the embroidery competition in Windspire City, every citizen was celebrating it. This annual event had attracted many visitors from other places.
The competition was held at a specially constructed venue, and Helen and the others arrived early to secure an inner spot.
Half an hour before the competition, the audience seats were already filled up, showcasing the enthusiasm of the citizens for the embroidery competition.
The competition officially started at 9:00 am.
Helen spotted Gloria among the contestants at once. Gloria was in a good state, stitching each stitch meticulously. Gloria appeared even more at ease than she was in the calligraphy competition, suggesting that she was confident she would win.
Most of the audience also had the same speculation.
"With a member of the Hathaway family participating, the champion will be a foregone conclusion."
"The Hathaways have extraordinary embroidery skills, but unfortunately, they are short-lived. When the previous family head passed away, his daughter was still young. I wonder if she has learned the authentic techniques; we'll have to wait and see."
"Still, they are people from Windspire City, so whoever gets the champion is good."
It was different from the usual cutthroat competitive vibe, and both Helen and Chandler were watching with great focus.
However, the organizer seemed to encounter a problem when it was time to announce the final results, as no one came on stage for a long time.
The judges whispered among themselves with troubled looks; it seemed like a difficult situation. Then, Gloria and another young woman in a cloak were called to the front of the rostrum.
After a brief discussion, the woman in a cloak suddenly walked toward a microphone and questioned the fairness of the competition, "Hello, everyone. I'm Gabriela Moguel. Just now, the judges told me that they want me and Ms. Hathaway to have an additional time.
"All I know is that the best national representative of embroidery in Grand Cathay has been defeated by me today."
Her words totally enraged the people; some infuriated men even rushed up to the stage and wanted to hit her. The security guards had to step in and hold them back.
At the judges' table, the main judge grabbed the microphone and shouted in anguish, "Those who are from Grand Cathay, please calm down. Don't let them look down on us."
Noticing that Gloria was secretly wiping her tears at a corner, Helen exchanged a glance with Chandler, and they walked over to Gloria together.
"Gloria." Helen tapped Gloria on her shoulder from behind.
"Ms. Spencer." At the sight of Helen, Gloria's nose tingled, and she started to cry again. "I'm sorry, Ms. Spencer. I've let you down. I lost…"
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