Chapter 62

• I was nine years old when I first joined a beauty pageant, and I fell in love with it. I enjoy everyone's attention—especially the crowning moment.
• Standing face to face with the woman whom everyone calls the dark horse of this competition. We held hands as we waited for the announcement; mine was on top of her. Though she presents herself as the unbothered and overly confident woman throughout this. I can hear the drastic beating of her heart as if it's placed next to my ears.
• I rubbed her fingers with my thumb, and when she looked at me. A smile is the only thing I can give to her. I can't tell her congratulations. I am the one who is deserving of that word because I am confident that just like the rest of the pageants that I have joined in the past. I will bag the crown tonight.