Chapter 43. The Final Round

Camila’s fingers trembled slightly as they slid across the sleek surface of her phone, dismissing the memory of the morning’s unpleasantness with a decisive flick. The notification that glowed against the screen’s backdrop was a lifeline, pulling her from the murky waters of doubt into the electrifying thrill of opportunity.

“Here we go,” she murmured to herself, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She could almost feel the energy of the competition venue coursing through her veins, a subtle hum of anticipation mingled with the tiniest thread of anxiety. Every heartbeat seemed to echo the rhythm of the final round, rapid and insistent.

“Design on-site?” she whispered, her dark brown eyes scanning the details of the notification once more. Her pulse quickened, drumming a rhythm of excitement against her ribcage. “This is it, Camila. Showtime.”

She pace