Author’s POV
After the spirits calmed down, all the gang went to the venue where the participants waited for the designation of the winners.
Max is no longer interested in the contest. What he gained by coming to Washington is beyond anything the fashion world could offer him.
"I am nervous!" Meredith says softly, shaking his hand.
“There is no need to be emotional. The pressure of the contest went honestly after I saw all the creations, which apart from yours have nothing to do with the theme, it really doesn't matter anymore. It's like comparing apples to pears. “
"The thing is that I want to make MaxLine’s name shine." Meredith said and this time she smiles at Max, who puts his hand lightly on her cheek.
"I am MaxLine and believe me, you made me proud."
"You are subjective, Max.
