Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)

My eyes lit up. "Of course I'm going. This is a great opportunity to get up close with the professor!"

Kevin was equally excited. "Let's go together. Who knows, we might even get a chance to talk to the professor!"

The three of us laughed as we made our way to the design faculty.

The lecture hall was packed with no seats left. On stage stood a distinguished middle-aged man. He spoke with grace and composure. His every movement exuded the elegance and serenity of an artist. We sat in the front row, fully focused as the professor shared his insights on design concepts and sources of inspiration.

"Design is not just an art; it's an attitude. It's a way of interpreting life."

His voice was calm, yet every word he spoke was meaningful.

"Every designer should view the world through their own unique lens, discover beauty, and create it."

I was captivated.

Yes, that was what design was about. It was about expressing one's inner emotions and pursuing one's ideals in one's own way.

After the lecture, the professor walked over to us. "You must be Evelyn, right? I've heard a lot about you."

I was thrilled. I quickly stood up and nodded respectfully. "Professor, it's truly an honor to receive your recognition."

He smiled and patted my shoulder. "There's no need to be so formal. I saw a spark of unique ideas in your portfolio. Your unwavering pursuit of beauty left a lasting impression on me."

I was so moved that I almost teared up. "Thank you, professor. Your affirmation means the world to me. I'll work even harder to meet your expectations."

After bidding the professor farewell, his words echoed in my mind.

From then on, I spent every day in the studio. Ideas were flowing freely, and my lines became smoother.

Kevin and I worked in perfect harmony. Our progress was steady and seamless.

Before I knew it, the competition day was fast approaching.

Our entry was ready.

On the day of the competition, the venue was packed and buzzing with excitement. Contestants from all around gathered to showcase their talents and creativity.

Carlos was among them. His work was dazzling and avant-garde. They immediately caught the judges' attention.

I reminded myself not to be intimidated by his presence. I got to believe in myself.

Finally, it was our turn. As the cameras flashed, the models in our design slowly walked down the runway.

At that moment, the entire room fell silent. All eyes were captivated by our creations.

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In the audience, the judges whispered among themselves.

My heart pounded in my chest, and my nerves were on edge.

This was what I had been striving for. To convey emotion through design and to touch hearts through our work.

The results were finally out. Our design won the Best Creativity Award.

On the podium, I held Kevin and Lianne's hands tightly. Tears blurred my vision.

All the hard work was worth it. Every sacrifice had paid off.

Carlos' face turned ashen. He glared at me fiercely before storming off. But I had no time to care about him.

The night had deepened when we

left the venue. The stars were scattered across the sky, and the

moonlight cast a silver glow over everything.