Hannah's POV
My palms drip with sweat, and my legs tremble with uncertainty as I stride into the ring. Attempting to conceal my nervousness, I force a smile at the spectators, my gaze primarily fixed on Luca and Tyrell. However, Caleb catches my eye, transforming my smile into a pitiful frown.
With bated breath, I stand there, bouncing on my bare toes, a feeble attempt to bolster my confidence as I await my formidable opponent. The ache in my feet intensifies, remnants of the heels I wore for half the night, while my snug, short black dress adds an extra layer of discomfort. In a different circumstance, I might have pleaded for a change in attire, but time is of the essence, and I find myself trapped in the impending confrontation, grappling with fear and anxiety.
"Go, Hannah!" The audi
