Abby
The stage lights feel even more blinding now from the tears in my eyes. A
makeup artist darts around, dabbing my face with powder to cover the streaks
from crying. In more ways than one, I’m glad this hell is almost over; right now,
I’m just looking forward to getting this damn makeup off.
Finally, the director counts down from three, and it feels as though we’ve done
this a million times before. The crowd cheers, the music plays, the announcer
struts across the stage. And me? I’m standing here like a statue, my smile just
as fake as my manicured eyelashes.
Enter title…
Daniel stands next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I can feel the hatred
emanating off of him. He stands tall and proud, the perfect picture of arrogance.
He doesn’t say a word to me, because he doesn’t need to. He already said
everything he needed to say earlier. He got his digs in, made his sharp words
stab me to my core. There’s no point now.
I can sense the satisfaction coursing through his veins as he stands beside me,
the realization that he won—not just in the competition, but in life—washing over
both of us. In just a few minutes, he’ll get exactly what he wants. Not only a
trophy, but to beat a woman down to nothing.
The announcer turns to Daniel first, his voice echoing across the studio. “Daniel,
you’ve shown immense skill throughout this competition. As we come to a close,
how are you feeling about your performance?”
Daniel’s lips twist into a smile that doesn’t even come close to reaching his
eyes.
without skipping a beat. “The true winner
lovable personality…”
will be a skilled
message is clear, and the gleam
as the crowd
meeting mine. “Abby,
Tell us, what has this experience meant to
the audience, to the sea of faces that seem to blur together
with my name now thanks to my
leaves a hole in my
there she is—the little girl in the third row with her chef’s
are just as wide and bright as ever, and she still holds up
in her tiny hand,
my throat, but I push through… because I’m
here, even if I
I’m here for her.
voice surprisingly steady,
As a female chef
have been here. To show that we—” I pause, my
“—that I can stand toe to toe with
a breath, the air tasting thick. “And maybe, just maybe,” I
others. That future female
sure our skills—and our voices—are
also respected.”
ripple through the crowd,
it’s just the sound of
results.
then
His eyes flick to the judges as
out of
catches. Logan’s eyes lock onto
even blink. Instead, his head gives
shakes, and my world seems to tilt
once my champion, now looks on with
briefest of moments before
something, her head inclining toward me in a
trick
trembling. I can’t look at Daniel, can’t
is there. Instead, I find the little girl
strength from her innocence, her
pause hangs for what feels like an
as though drawing it out for dramatic
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