THE PAGEANT

"Mom, I can do it, but I'm not ready," I murmured, staring at her anxiously.

Mother looked at me and said, "The pageant cannot be cancelled. Your twin is injured. You are the only option I think is the best."

I gave her my pity look and replied, "But mom, I don't think so. I am not prepared for these kind of occurrences." We are at the medical facility. My twin had a mishap. Currently, it is a major news story worldwide. They are even questioning how she managed to rise to the top if she didn't even dare to worry about her health, which led to her being admitted to the hospital.

Even the fact that she had an accident was not understood by them. Goodness.

Zamiel said me, "I believe in you, darling. You can do it." He had me look at him.

"But Zamiel," I interject, and he gives me a sympathetic look.

He repeated himself, which caused me to stop talking, "I will be here at your back. I know you can do it." How am I supposed to tell him something if I am already acting this way? Gosh. His