Amelia's POV

Each of us stood in anxiety as one of the judges checked our various designs.

I held my breath in apprehension unsure of what would be my fate.

At the center of it all was Barbara with her arms folded and a smug smile on her lips. She occasionally gave me a disdainful look as she looked at me.

I made myself not to be alarmed by her and to maintain a steady gaze. I had put too much effort into this competition to be deterred by her manipulation.

Judges started assessing the ...