Cara’s POV
Georgie asked me to return to my dressing room, where she arrived shortly after carrying the gown that she was supposed to be wearing that evening. On herself, she was wearing a robe.
Looking at my own dress still filled me with a sense of mourning. It had been such a beautiful thing, destroyed for no real purpose. How could Melinda or Lilia think this would be enough to stop me, after I had survived everything else they had ever put me through?
It had been a beautiful dress, and it made me sad to see it in tatters. But at the end of the day, it was still a dress. Its destruction, though cruel and wasteful, wasn’t going to be near enough to frighten me into leaving the competition.
I was so focused on the dress and my own determination that Georgie and her appearance took me
