Alita
The spotlight was on me. Their gazes were so deep and penetrating that I was finding it hard to breathe. I was clad in a formal black A-line gown, matching perfectly with the occasion. The makeup was on point, highlighting the beautiful colour of my eyes. My long black hair was styled in water waves, screaming confidence and beauty. Overall, the sight was more than just pleasing to the eyes. However, my focus was on the rank and strength detector meter as I waited impatiently for the results.
The wait was long and torturous. A couple of minutes felt like ages as I waited. My heart was beating rapidly, the anxiety working magic through my body, my legs felt weak, and my head was heavy. I was clearly about to faint from worry.
When did I start caring so much about these things? The
