Siena's POV
The next day dawns crips and clear, the air buzzes with the fever of anticipation. Today marks the start of the first competition, and I can feel the weight of expectation pressing against my lip.
I refuse to let it shake me.
Standing before the full- length mirror, adjusting the deep emerald fabric that clings to my body like a second skin. The dress is exquisite—sleek, elegant, commanding attention without begging for it. It dips low at the back, exposing the smooth expanse of my spine, a contrast to the modest neckline that hints at mystery rather than indulgence. The fabric shimmers under the light, an almost liquid sheen that moves when I do.
"You’re going to dazzle everyone today," my best friend says, stepping back to admire her work. She’s outdone herself w
