The Unwanted

The Question

REECE

1... 2... 3... switch.

1... 2... 3... turn.

I gave another confident smile, which appeared more like a smirk, before I fully turn for the other end of the stage, not forgetting to sway my hips side by side and giving bright glances to people as I pass the runway.

It is the part I am most confident about, the one I am sure to win: the Question and Answer. No one has ever defeated me on it, not to brag but I'm just that. I don't even know why, but I'm simply good at it.

We are now in a line, facing the wild crowd and waiting for our numbers to be called. I cannot tell how many there are because of the glaring lights, but just hearing the noise coming from them, I can tell that there's a lot.

I was spacing out that I didn't realize that I'll be called next, so I did my brief prayers that's already been my habit whenever I'm on to things like this. Yes, because I do a lot more.

"Now, may we call on Contestant Number 3!"

I heard the host and took it as a cue. I walked as gracefully as I can, not removing my proud smile. I stopped just at the front center of the stage with my hands carefully settled on my hips like an expert.

"Wow, what a gorgeous lady we have here! How are you doing?" the host said/asked addressing me, while the audience went silent to give way for us to talk.

"I'm doing great! With this much people supporting me, I cannot ask for more." Right then, I heard the crowd going wild once again and as a response, I waved my hand like the queen I am.

"You are a much loved beauty I suppose, " the host simply said with a bright smile. I haven't realized his looks just until now. He has a captivating smile peeking from the eyes, not to mention his toned muscles noticeable even under his coat. Maybe I can talk to him later.

"Alright, now it's time for our candidate to pick the judge who will give her the question," the female host announced beside me while handing a fishbowl with pieces of paper containing the judges' names. I quickly smiled (while technically still smiling because I do not remove the smile on my face when I'm on stage) and picked a random paper which I immediately handed to the host for her to open.

I saw her eyes twinkle as she opened the paper, I wonder why. "Oh, what a lucky girl! To give her the question, let us have Mr. Jacob Anthony Rosero!"

So that's the reason why she had that twinkling eyes and I feel like she is drooling inside. Mr. Rosero is a known businessman--young, wealthy and handsome, no, that's just an understatement because he is incredibly gorgeous and attractive plus a multi-dollar wealthy man, I wonder how he can mantain his appearance with much events in the business world. Well, I think money works more for him, not the other way around. Unfortunately, I cannot clearly see him from here because the spotlights are too bright for my liking. Poor eyes.

"Thank you, Miss!" I heard his sexy voice from the speakers, taking note of the flirty tone he has that made the girl beside me giggle a bit. I just mentally rolled my eyes and attentively listened to the question for me.

"Now, Candidate Number 3, I only have a simple question for you. Are you ready?" his handsome voice asked with challenge that I feel like he is smirking behind the mic.

"I was born ready, Mister!" I said with dominating confidence, not retreating from his challenge. I heard the "wows" from the crowd and the hosts beside me flinching from a thin bubble of tension forming around us, but I just smirked at the thought. I triggered the billionaire, didn't I?

But my evil mind stopped as I heard a question that never in my life have I thought would be asked in a beauty pageant like this, making the crowd 10 times wilder with gasps and confusion.

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"Miss Alliana Beatrize Samonte, would you go on a date with me?"