My gaze was fixed on the stage. Luisa was talking about my project without any shame. I now comprehend the reason for her late arrival. Because she was preparing speeches for my project.
But how did she do that? Who supported her?
Nolan pulled my hand to make me sit down.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.
"T-That's my project," I replied with an angry tone.
"What the hell!" Sara muttered.
"We should complain about it," Nolan said to me as he was about to stand up. But I stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
"We can't do anything now. No one will believe us," I told him while looking at the floor to hide my emotion.
What could I do now? I worked with my blood, sweat, and tears. Although I never entertained the idea of winning the competition, I did want to demonstrate that I am capable of
