Chapter 62: Time To Recoil

Eleanor’s POV

Until now, Zayn and Sophia are not satisfied with the thing I have told them and agreed to the case of Zayn being my mate all throughout the session. Sophia gets in and out of the dressing room, being overstrung and fretful since the show is about to start. I and Zayn are simply sitting here, waiting for Sophia and her assistants to touch our faces after letting us wear the designs that she framed.

“Wait, are you sure that we did not have anything left out of any piece of the gown? Why do I feel like a detail is missing on it?” She freaks out and stresses herself as he geared up.

“Sophia, being anxious is not the state you want to be at. For all you know, you just need to relax and trust everyone who is moving. Every single person here has their own parts to perform and take upon themselves.” I can heel her pulse and respiratory rate rising up.

“Chill out, Sophia. As far as I remember, this is your most awaited pageant. You have already done your part. By now, you a