DANA
Zyra shouldn't have told me that information. Why? Now that I knew why that girl couldn't look at me properly, I couldn't focus on the event. Rather, my eyes were fixed on her.
"you do the judging, Zyra. Here."
I gave the folder and the pencil to her. The two other judges saw what I did and looked at me, confused.
"she knows better about modeling. She can handle this." – I said and they nodded
Zyra whispered "is this allowed, miss?" to my ears and I only nodded at her. it's a high school modeling contest, for Pete's sake. It doesn't need any expertise or whatsoever. You can just select who looks the most stunning and write that on paper. No more justification. I think Zyra can handle that pretty well.
"are you sure, Zyra?"
"about what, miss?"
"that she's the…" – I couldn't say it. Just gross.
"affirmative, miss. I… Sir Ivor and I are still friends on social media. He posts a lot of pic of hers."
