Camila's fingers trembled slightly as they slid across the sleek surface of her phone, dismissing the memory of the morning's unpleasantness with a decisive flick. The notification that glowed against the screen's backdrop was a lifeline, pulling her from the murky waters of doubt into the electrifying thrill of opportunity.
"Here we go," she murmured to herself, a smirk playing on her lips. She could almost feel the energy of the competition venue coursing through her, the buzz of anticipation that mingled with a thread of anxiety.
"Design on-site?" she whispered, reading the details of the final round. Her heart skipped a beat, drumming a rhythm of excitement against her ribcage. "This is it, Camila. Showtime."
She paced her studio apartment, each step punctuated by the click
