RHEA'S POV
Sitting on the bed in Esmeralda's room, yes, Esmeralda's room. I had moved out of the room I shared with Estefan because I was still mad at him that I didn't even want to look at him.
My laptop sat in front of me and I groaned in frustration when I wasn't satisfied with the editing of my book.
No matter how much I edited it, I still didn't find the chapter perfect. The contest was the last for me and I couldn't afford to lose the chance of finally making a name for myself because of some tiny errors. I wished there was someone who had great knowledge about books and writing to help me out.
My mind drifted to Estefan as I remembered that he was also into books and had read different varieties to have enough knowledge of them. But there was no way I would ask him for help at the moment. I would rather lose the contest than ask him for help.
'Seriously? Would I?'
