CHAPTER 33 We Are In 

　　Camila's phone buzzed insistently against the glass surface of her desk, the sound sharp and demanding in the quiet of her studio. Without a moment's hesitation, she snatched it up, her heart hammering with anticipation. The screen lit up with an email notification that cut straight through the tension- her entry had advanced to the finals.

　　"Unbelievable," she whispered to herself, a slow grin spreading across her face. This was the validation of her hard work, the sweet taste of triumph at the tip of her tongue.

　　She wasted no time, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she drafted a text message to Travis, the model whose striking features and effortless poise had breathed life into her photographs.

　　"Guess who's a finalist? Your magic worked, 'cause we're in!" she typed out, the sassy undertone of her voice practically bleeding through the words on the screen.