(Annette: Plan B)

ANNETTE

I feared my makeover was going to pull the attention of many. Luckily, no one had time for me. For the plan of the night, I couldn't be known as Annette. I needed to do a clean job.

I wore a makeover that changed my beautiful face into the face of another woman. Everett had provided a thin mask that would help my makeover look perfect. No one knew I was the one underneath the mask.

I walked down the hallway to where the meals were being prepared. I walked into the large kitchen, and I saw many chefs at work. The kitchen air was so hot that it threatened to peel off my skin. The people in the kitchen, both men and women, were sweating profusely. Though the environment wasn't comfortable for me, I didn't care. I needed to do what Everett wanted.

The chefs didn't know that I had entered the kitchen, and I took the advantage. I walked to the back of the kitchen to look for the meals they had prepared for the aspirants.

Without being noticed, I got to the back of the kitchen,