Lynn's POV:
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cynthia at my side, seemingly sneering.
Could it be that she had tampered with my gown, cutting the silk threads on the sides of the zipper?
By now it was my turn to walk, but I didn't dare move a step forward.
“Lynn, it's your turn, why don't you start?” Cynthia prodded me. The mocking smile on her face showed that she was ready to see my joke, “Or are you scared out of your wits? This is what you get for stealing my central spot!”
Even though Cynthia was wrong about the reason, the dilemma I was facing was real—I really couldn't continue.
But I couldn't keep stuck here either.
As I was preparing to take a step forward with the idea of going out on a limb, Aaron suddenly came on stage.
He must have seen that I was having problems. He
