Desiree.
I stepped into the large kitchen.
Several pairs of eyes swung in my direction. My nerves frayed for a split second but I reined it in. They would pounce on me as soon as they got the chance. But guess who wasn't going to give it to them? Me.
My eyes settled on one of the ladies standing by the cabinet opposite me. She looked every inch like Elder Maeve.
"These are the rest of the women that you'd be competing against." She said with glee shining on her face.
A group of ten women lined up, seeking Brandon's approval, just for what? A baseless trial?
I maintained my smile.
Instead, I just decided to take things slowly so that I could understand the tricks that I was going to employ in this.
I could see Elder Maeve staring at me like she wanted me to fail, but I was
