"Look at this." His voice was stern as he held up his phone. The screen displayed an intimate photo- her and Travis entangled in bed, a snapshot she had no memory of being taken. Her heart dropped like a stone in water, ripples of panic spreading through her veins.
"Is this why you're in the final?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for truth- or guilt.
"Of course not!" Camila spat, her sassy demeanor rising to the surface despite the shock that gripped her. "That's- that's not what happened."
The judge raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "It's all over social media, Camila. The caption suggests you've been... intimately involved with Travis Turner, who, as it turns out, is one of our major sponsors."
Her mind raced, but she clamped her mouth shut, knowing any attempt to defend her
