Half an hour later, I’m seated once again alongside the other bridal candidates in a row fifty feet from the stage in the massive underground auditorium. The only difference is that this time, one of us is missing.
Holly is gone, and we’re down from seven to six.
Her elimination last night should be a good thing for me - one less rival to compete against - but I’m overcome by a feeling of deep unease, little shivers of fear prickling at my skin like goosebumps. I feel a tight knot of dread twisting in my stomach when I think about the possibilities, about where she might be at this very moment.
I sincerely hope it’s not a hastily-dug hole in the ground.
I want to win this game, but right now, what I care most about is just getting through to the next round alive.
“How was your date w
