“Well, you heard me, Dahlia! You’re disqualified. Out of the competition,” Stella added.
“Why does it even matter?" I protested.
Stella rolled her eyes. "It's disrespectful to the other models who put in so much effort to make this competition a success. You clearly don't care about their hard work," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
I felt a surge of anger rising in my chest. "That's not true! I've worked just as hard as everyone else," I retorted, my voice growing louder.
Levie stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You can't just disqualify her for something as petty as shoes. That's completely unfair," she said, her voice unwavering.
Stella's words dripped with disdain. "Didn't you bother to read the rules? Every accessory must complement your design, and that inclu
