Livid Guardian's Endless Coddling

Aria and Alan always showed their support to their children in whatever they tried so it was inevitable they clear their schedule to go with Arna.

Since only two were allowed to be in the audience section per contestant, other Morgans voluntarily stayed behind wishing the best for Arna.

So Aria, Alan, Naira, and Arna set off to the capital with Nathan, Alan's assistant.

The hotel where the competition was organized belonged to Morse so it wasn't difficult for them to get three suites as the girls wanted a separate room.

When the competition rules were being told, Aria and Alan got to know only Naira was allowed to go in and out of Arna's room with breakfast with necessary things for Arna in those two days. On the third day, the model will walk the ramp and designers will be out in the hall.

Arna entered her specified room which had all the facilities needed with a camera installed. There was also a bedroom for her to rest but she wasn't allowed to take anything inside.

Arna went through the clothes arranged for her, there were many kinds of fabrics and colors. She started to visualize a few designs looking at the clothes she had selected before she picked one for herself.

Since she always visualized before sketching, within four hours her sketch was ready and Naira visited her with lunch.

"Oh my god, this is so beautiful. Am I really going to wear this?" Naira was excited while Snow was having lunch hurriedly to complete her work soon.

Naira continued without waiting for a response, "Snow, would you be able to complete this by morning. This has so much handiwork."

Arna hummed with food in her mouth. Naira had permission to stay for forty minutes so they spoke a lot before Arna started putting her sketch into the practical form on the mannequin provided to her.

The organizers who were watching everything were amazed how a few of the contestants were amazing and quick.

To put little pressure on the slow ones, they announced to all the designers with a letter, [Hello aspiring designers, it's been twelve hours and 36 hours to go. At the 24th hour, we will send your models to your room to pick your design sketch to present it to the judging panel. So make sure to keep it ready in the morning and listen to our feedback on your design. 

The points earned in this round will be counted for the last round. So don't forget to do your best. Good night.] 

Arna was least stressed about it. She worked till one in the night before going to the bed and woke up at six. She had worked for some time before she got breakfast.

The most nervous in them was Naira and Arna had calmed her down before letting her go. Arna, who had completed most of the piece work, started assembling and stitching everything while waiting for Naira's return.

....

Naira took the main design sketch to the judging panel.

She was literally trembling when she saw many other models were excited and happy after hearing the judges' appreciation.

For a moment, she felt like they were going to give their review to her design forgetting it's Arna's design.

She had repeatedly wiped her sweaty hands passing the design file from one hand to another until she handed the file to the judges' panel of 5 members.

She stood there holding her breath ready to hear the comments. A supermodel who checked the image exclaimed, "Oh my! I am really craving to be the model for this dress. Who is this designer?" The supermodel asked to pass the design to other members.

Naira: "..."

It slowly hit Naira that they were appreciating the designer who is Arna but not her.

A senior designer who saw the design nodded in appreciation, "I am amazed how contrasting her design came out to her mother. This design is unique and outstanding so far."

Similarly, all the judge panel were eagerly waiting to checkout Arna's design on the ramp without noticing Naira who was nervous, was now jealous.

She was jealous because none cared about her or her identity and Arna was stepping higher and higher.

Due to jealousy and a sour mood, when she entered Arna's room and saw Arna draping the dress on the mannequin, she forgot to breathe.

The dress looked far better and breathtaking than in the sketch. A part of Naira's heart was excited to try it on but another part dominated which was jealous of Arna's success.

Arna turned around and asked, trying to hide her nervousness. "What did the judges say?... Why do you look... Sad? Did anything happen?"

Naira, who saw the confidence of Arna shaking, didn't tell the truth. Her jealousy won over her long-term friendship and bit her lips thinking what to do.

Arna held Naira's shoulders when a few tears rolled down her cheeks, "Naira, you are scaring me. Tell me what happened? It's alright even if I am losing. Naira?"

Naira burst into tears and hugged Arna before she could find out she was faking it, "All were laughing at me. I was so embarrassed. They said I will look like a clown if I wear this dress. I didn't know what to say, how to defend you. I am sorry, I am such an incompetent friend. I am sorry..."

She continued to babble out while Arna was frozen as a rock. She was expecting a critical critique but this was out of hand. She couldn't believe her design was considered trash.

Hearing Naira cry for her, Arna patted her back, "It's alright. Forget it. I will work hard for next time and get better designs."

Naira frowned, she wanted to break the confidence but Arna was too strong and accepted the loss.

She clenched her fist and continued as she sniffled thinking hard how she could make Arna lose and hurt her pride. Now her jealousy controlled her and ignored how she might hurt her best friend that way.

"S-Snow, y-you shouldn't lose. You should do something. T-they were taking your mother's name saying you will tarnish their image. They were taking all the rubbish."

Naira who knew Aria wasn't only Arna's strength but also a weakness cleanly used it on her.

Arna shook her head and she held onto her faith and what her mother had told her, "Noo, Momma said my designs are unique and I don't have to follow her. She told me to accept the loss just like winning."