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AMELIA
Lady Giselle's announcement hit me like a wave crashing against the shore. The final competition was indeed knitting, but not just any knitting—it was machine knitting. My heart sank, and a frown etched itself upon my face. All my practice and preparation seemed to crumble before my eyes.
"Machine knitting?" I muttered in disbelief, my voice filled with frustration. "Not even handmade knitting? This is not what I had anticipated."
Constance, always my pillar of strength, gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "Amelia, my dear, I know it's not what you hoped for, but don't let it discourage you. You've come so far, and you can still give it your best."
I sighed, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. "But Constance, I've practiced and honed my skills in traditional knitting. I have n
