Chapter 65 Did Someone Help You?

Just as the host began awkwardly offering some explanation to salvage the situation, Cressida moved. Fine lines, thin as strands of hair, flowed across her paper—forming light yet unbreakable wings. Layer upon layer, they built into a dazzling armor of feathers. And at the softest hard of the armor, in the place being shielded, nestled a single, fragile pearl. "Holy smokes… what kind of god-like design is this?" "Guardianship… feather as armor, the pearl as the vulnerable core… I'm getting goosebumps all over!" The murmur from the audience shifted from skepticism to stunned admiration. Luther found himself leaning forward, elbows on the table, as though his body might cross the judges' bench entirely. He snatched up the contestant list, eyes scanning name after name, until his finger landed with force on one name—Cressida Ashworth. That was impossible! Onstage, Natasha set down her final stroke with satisfaction. However, the moment she caught a glimpse of the feathers glowin