Amelia nodded. “Yeah, it’s tailor‑made. Fits only me.”
Her voice was bright with barely hidden joy.“So, is Second Master coming to watch you today?” Emily Carter asked.
“He’s super busy. It’s fine if he can’t make it.” Amelia Johnson said that, but deep down she was dying for Damien Taylor to show up.
Emily Carter patted her shoulder. “Relax. I’ll record everything for you. Later you can just send it to him.”
“That actually works!” Amelia tightened her mask carefully.
After yesterday’s stunt where some contestants tried to yank her mask off, she’d reinforced it today so no one could easily mess with it.
Knock, knock.
“Contestant No. 8, please get ready.” a staff member called from outside.
Amelia stepped out. The others came out at the same time, especially No. 7,
