The Sack Race had a few rules.
The participants for each group had to be one student and two guests. The three of them would share one sack together and make their way to the finish line. The winning group would receive a coupon that could be exchanged for any prize at the designated booth.
They also received free sweets from the dessert table.
Safe to say, Eri looked forward to winning.
Eve passed a glance towards the dessert table. A tower of French macarons caught her eye. Suddenly, the ad campaign fled her mind. Her stomach became her new brain. This was destiny and nothing was to get in their way.
Mikael shivered. A sudden bad feeling washed over him.
He tapped Jordan's arm. "Is it just me or should I flee for my life?"
His manager frowned at him. Then, he followed the latter's line of sight. The Hart sisters seemed to be having a heavy discussion about the game. He snorted. "You're exaggerating, Mikael. Don't be dramatic."
