The next morning I feel as though I’ve been completely reborn, risen like a phoenix from the ashes. Oliver only stayed at my suite for an hour last night, but in that space of time my whole life was shattered into a million sparkling pieces and reassembled, reformed into a new, wonderful reality.
What we have is real - more real than anything I’ve ever felt before.
In light of the undeniable truth of our unexpected love, this entire tournament seems nothing more than a fleeting illusion… a series of stupid, senseless children’s games.
Nothing the Winsworths can take away from me now can compare to what I have already been given.
If I lose today’s challenge, and my fears about the fate of disqualified bridal candidates prove true… if I really am to be executed somewhere out in the jung
