Betty's POV. 

Claire lived for theatrics.But even I was not prepared for the level she dialled it up to.

“WELCOME, EVERYONE,” she boomed, strutting across the podium with the confidence of someone who’d absolutely rehearsed this in front of a mirror. “TO THE ANNUAL FACE—OFF OF THE YEAR!”The crowd exploded.

Drums thudded from the far end of the arena. Some whistled, some howled. Claire soaked it in like pure energy.

“This year’s faceoff,” she continued, pacing with her ...