Beneath The Mask

Chapter 8

The final day of the competition arrived under a bright, cloudless sky. Rows of seats were arranged before a makeshift runway, and the judges took their places with expectant expressions. Anxiety swirled in Abigail’s stomach, but she forced herself to breathe slowly. This was it—the culmination of her hard work and the chance to prove her talent to the world.

Models stepped onto the runway, each draped in one of Abigail’s carefully crafted designs. Futuristic lines merged with nostalgic elements, reflecting both her life in 2014 and her knowledge from 2023. The crowd murmured in appreciation as flashes from cameras captured every detail.

Abigail watched from the wings, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. She had poured her soul into these pieces, trying to fuse her advanced ideas with the resources available in 2014. Although she’d found it challenging to keep her futuristic inspirations subtle, the final results were breathtaking.

“Breathe,” Olivia whispered, appearing at her side. “You’ve done everything you can.”

Abigail nodded, remembering the heartbreak she’d endured—Raymond’s betrayal, Annabella’s role in it all—and how she’d channeled that pain into her art. She’d even toyed with the idea of using her hacking skills to gain an edge in the competition, but in the end, she wanted her success to come from genuine talent and effort.

Finally, the last model exited the runway. The emcee stepped forward to announce the results. Abigail’s pulse quickened. She couldn’t see Raymond anywhere in the audience, but a part of her was relieved. This moment was for her alone.

“After careful deliberation,” the emcee began, “the judges have reached a decision. In third place…”

Abigail’s stomach churned as two names were called. Her own hadn’t been mentioned yet.

“And now, the winner of this year’s SouthTown Competition is…” The emcee paused for effect. “Abigail!”

For a moment, Abigail froze, unsure if she’d heard correctly. Applause thundered around her, and Olivia practically jumped into the air, clapping and cheering.

“Abigail?” the emcee prompted gently.

Blinking in surprise, she stepped forward, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt as though she were moving through a dream. The judges stood, clapping, as the emcee extended a hand to her.

“Congratulations on your incredible designs,” the emcee said. “Your determination truly shone through. You took a bold risk blending classic elements with futuristic inspiration, and we’re honored to present you with this award.”

Tears pricked Abigail’s eyes. She clutched the award, overwhelmed by emotion. Memories of betrayal and heartache flickered in her mind, but for once, she felt free of them. This victory was hers—and it was well earned.

Stepping down from the stage, she spotted Olivia weaving through the crowd. They hugged tightly.

“I knew you could do it!” Olivia exclaimed. “You never gave up, no matter what happened.”

Abigail let out a shaky laugh, tears still glistening in her eyes. “It feels unreal,” she admitted. “But I’m so grateful.”

In that moment, she realized this was more than just a competition—it was the first step toward reclaiming her life. She was no longer the broken girl haunted by a past (and future) she couldn’t fully explain. She was Abigail: designer, visionary, time-traveler—and winner.