Competition.

Three weeks later

Zoe stood behind the stage, sweat dripping off her face and her palms getting moist. Even when AC was available, she still felt hot.

It was time, the day she had been preparing for but it felt like she had never been ready for it. She walks and takes a seat on the sofa, with a deep sigh, she bows her head trying to keep her cool.

She is the next step on stage after the ongoing contestants are done and she is trying her best to be her utmost best but things seem to be taking a different part.

There is nothing she could think of but Arabella, ever since that incident happened, they haven't had much to discuss and it's pretty frustrating.

She isn't sure if Arabella will attend, but deep down she hopes she does.

"You'll get there in five minutes!" A brown hair man of about his thirties informs.

Zoe nods, "Thanks" She grabs the bottle of water by the side and gulps it down.

A few minutes passed and it was time for her to go on stage, As she walks in, she never stopped gla