Barbara's POV

I leaned heavily against the door and sighed deeply with exhaustion as soon as I entered my hotel room.

It seemed as though all of my energy had been extracted from my body. The contest had failed me miserably.

Not that I had failed as a judge; on the contrary, I remained in charge there. But because Amelia had won in the previous round.

That was not intended to occur. I bit my fingernails and clenched my jaw. The girl had consistently caused trouble.

A little pest ...