The clock struck nine when the dinner hall buzzed with sudden activity. An urgent meeting had been called, forcing all contestants to abandon their meals and rush toward the conference room. Carly felt her pulse quicken with anticipation as she hurried alongside Maria and Della, both women chattering excitedly about their upcoming victory celebration.
The trio claimed seats in the front row, positioning themselves for the best view of what Carly hoped would be Celina's downfall. Across the room, Celina stood beside Dalia and Luna Seraphine, her skin practically glowing with health and vitality. The sight made Carly's stomach twist with bitter resentment.
How dare she look so radiant when Carly had spent days consumed by fury and sleepless nights? Celina had no right to appear so composed while Carly's carefully laid plans should have been destroying her reputation.
