Kiss it

(Camilla’s POV) Today is the day of the competition. I have prepared everything that I will need to defeat Agnes in her own game. I stood backstage, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on my gown. The soft hum of conversation and the rustle of fabric filled the air as contestants prepared for the fashion designing competition. I glanced at the clock; it was almost time. Suddenly, Agnes burst in, her face glowing with confidence. "Camilla," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "ready to lose?" I raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on my lips. "We'll see, Agnes. But I'm more curious about where you got your design,” I said meaningfully. Agnes smirked, waving dismissively. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Just wait until you see it. I’m sure you will be impressed.” A murmur went through the room as the tension between us thickened. It’s funny to see her all confident and arrogant with her design. She’s not even aware of the fact that the person who made her design w