Right at that moment, I hit record on the device in my pocket.
I kept my composure perfectly and asked coolly, "What precisely do you mean by that?"
Rosalind mistook my calm demeanor for ignorance. She adopted that sickeningly sweet tone she always used when she thought she was winning.
"Do not be upset," she said. "Wyatt insisted on giving the spot to me, no matter how much I tried to protest."
Her words were a masterclass in evasion, but they were exactly what I needed to hear. I feigned a shaky voice and pressed her further.
"Let me get this straight," I said. "I won the competition fair and square, but Wyatt gave the national team selection to you instead?"
Rosalind's eyes glittered with malicious delight as she watched me struggle to stay composed.
"Oh, I just casually mentione
