The day of registration had finally come, and the excitement at school was obvious. The hallways were filled with conversations, and the air was thick with eagerness.
The senior girls had been discussing the pageant for weeks, and now the moment had arrived. Each of them was determined to stand out from the others, and the registration process was their first step toward making that happen.
Jared stood near the entrance of the gym, watching the scene unfold. A long table had been arranged for registration, and the girls were lined up, each one holding a registration form and appearing both nervous and excited. It was evident they had been preparing for this moment, with their outfits carefully selected and their hair styled perfectly.
Mia was the first to approach the registration table
