Chapter 43

             Amelia's P. O. V

       We've all settled and were in our last stages of dress making. Also some few people were going to be disqualified today, it made the tension in the air even thicker, you could almost cut it through with a knife. With a superior fashion designer around, everyone hands were on deck..... Or should I say, needle.

       I wiped the bead's of sweat forming on my face with the back of my hands as I sewed on, I was making another gown and time was almost up. But I had little to do anyway, everything was already finished.

      “ in three, two, one. Hands up!!" The instructor shouted. Groans and murmurs filled the air from frustrated contestants. Some of them hadn't finished and were obviously downcast. I glanced at my work and then at others. Mine looked great but I hope it was enough to get me to the next round. It always is..... Meh

    &nbs