Anna's POV
Oh my God! What could Daisy have up her sleeve? I have asked everyone I know, but no one seems to have any clue. It’s like she’s playing some secret game, and I’m stuck in the dark. No one knows what she’s planning for the presentation.
"Any updates?"
Trey barged into my study, his eyes filled with hope, but that hope was starting to look more like a fantasy than reality.
"None yet," I sighed, flipping my pen over my desk repeatedly. "I'm starting to think she was bluffing all along."
Trey ran a hand through his hair. "What do we do now?" he asked, concern written all over his face.
"We wait," I said, my eyes still fixed on the flipping pen. "We don’t have a choice. Unless you have an idea?" I looked up at him, but he only blinked in confusion.
"This round, it’s just you
