Chapter 112 The Pageant

• Hannah
• The lights were blinding as Noah and I took our seats behind the long judges’ table, our names proudly displayed on plaques in front of us. I squinted against the harsh glare, trying to make out the rows of empty seats that would soon be filled with attendees for tonight’s pageant.
• My heart was pounding already—not out of nerves, but out of that horrible, simmering tension between Noah and me. I wanted to kiss him and wring his neck at the same time, maybe even worse. And that little situation in the makeup room only made it all the more prominent, even more so with the throbbing ache in my forehead.