Amelia's POV

My heart continued to race from the humiliation I had just experienced on stage as soon as I walked backstage.

I paid no attention to the other competitors' whispers that filled the room.

Her voice was filled with worry as she questioned. “ What happened?”

With my hands balled into fists at my sides I shook my breath. “My design was ruined by someone,” I said, barely raising my voice above a whisper. “They totally ruined the fabric by tearing it and discoloring ...