The elevator's door opened on the sixth floor of the building of Producer Li's production house, and Elara took a deep breath, mentally prepping herself for what was about to come.
"You look nervous," Antonio commented from behind her.
Elara looked at him with a helpless smile. No shit, Sherlock. Obviously, I am nervous. Though I was serious about this, it didn't mean I didn't have my doubts. Elara wondered inside her head before walking towards the reception area on the floor.
The area was quite alive with the buzzing of voices, camera flashes, chatter from excited contestants, some of whom she didn't even know, and who were already in the 'celebrity mode.'
The competition was tough—no doubt about that.
As her gaze swept over a few people, she couldn't help but think she was underdressed. She didn't have any glittery makeup, a formal dress, or anything extravagant or luxurious. She thought this was just going to be an introduction to the rules.
