Rose’s Point of View
My alarm blared, signaling the day of the competition. I jumped out of bed, adrenaline coursing through me like wildfire. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted in from the kitchen, mingling with the rich aroma of breakfast, heightening my anticipation for the busy day ahead. Mina had designed matching suits for us—simple dark blue sweatpants with black stripes down the sides, black tank tops, and jackets emblazoned with the logo “We are the Stars” on the back. Many might laugh at our simplistic outfits, but I’d rather us be comfortable and mobile than constrained by fashion.
As I pulled my hair into a ponytail and braided it, I felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety in my stomach. At the end of the braid, I attached the birthday gift Dia had given me: a cute li
