The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 10

The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 10

Three months later.

Zuri completed her “Rebirth” collection..

She used the design elements from her grandmother’s broken ruby bracelet to create a full jewelry set-a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet.

The fractures were filled with fine gold lines, resembling the scars left behind after a wound heals.

“Scars aren’t ugly,” she stated during her presentation. “They are proof that you survived.”

The collection caused a massive stir at the university’s design exhibition.

Her advisor recommended she submit the pieces to the British New Designer Jewelry Awards.

She didn’t hold out much hope, simply mailing her entry forms and portfolio over.

A month later, an email arrived in her inbox.

She was a finalist.

Stevie was even more ecstatic than she was. “Oh my god! You’re going to the finals in London!”

“I’m already in London,” Zuri said with a soft smile.

“That’s different! This is a national competition! You’re incredible!”

On the day of the finals, Zuri wore a simple white dress, accessorized solely with the necklace she had

designed.

Standing on the stage, she introduced her work to the panel.

“This collection is called ‘Rebirth’.”

“The inspiration comes from a bracelet my grandmother left me. It was shattered, so I picked up the shards one by one and pieced them back together. The cracks remain, but gold threads have filled the gaps.”

“What I want to express is that some hurts can never be erased, but they can be transformed into a new kind

of beauty. Broken things can still find a brand new life.”

The auditorium erupted into thunderous applause.

She won the gold award.

Standing on the podium, the stage lights were blindingly bright, making her eyes sting slightly.

She thought of her grandmother.

She thought of that bracelet.

She thought of that rainy night, kneeling on the ballroom floor, desperately gathering the broken pieces.

Back then, she truly believed her life was completely over. Shattered and left in ruins.

But standing here now, she understood that even when things shatter, they can be put back together. They can even become something more beautiful.

After the ceremony concluded, a bouquet of white roses was delivered backstage.

The accompanying card contained only one sentence: [Congratulations. You deserve this.]

There was no signature.

Zuri glanced at it, folded the card up, and tossed it into the trash can.

She handed the flowers to a staff member standing near the exit.

Stevie looked at her. “The same guy?”

“I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.”

She grabbed her bag and walked out of the venue without looking back.