Amelia's POV

Grasping the edge of the makeup table with my fingers. I stood before the mirror and inhaled deeply.

This was it, the competition's next round. I learned to double-check everything after my last presentation went horribly wrong and my fabric was ruined.

I wasn't going to be ruined by anyone again. Not Barbara. Not anybody.

From the hallway, the assistant yelled, “Contestants please head to the runway hall.”

After adjusting my apron's strap I looked at my mannequin. ...