At the stage entrance, two doors slowly parted, and then the first male model walked up.
Seeing the hastily tailored suit he was wearing, everyone frowned slightly.
It was obvious that he didn't grasp Phoebe's intent and truly made just a suit.
The craftsmanship demands of a suit are well-known; in such a short time, a suit made by a non-professional designer was, of course, far from satisfactory.
At this point, no one cared anymore about his efforts at design improvements.
The wrinkled suit on the model had already left everyone thoroughly disappointed.
In the next scoring segment, Designer Martin Palmer and fashion influencer Lulu both gave a courtesy score of 10 points.
Phoebe held up his score card—a strikingly glaring zero.
He was never someone who compromised; if he liked something, he liked it. If he didn't, he didn't. Playing nice didn't work with him.
The first designer stepped forward. Seeing Phoebe's zero score, the male designer's face flushed red.
