As the sun began to set on the competition, Scarlett suddenly sidled up to me.
Cradling her belly gently, she whispered, "When are you coming to my and Dashiell's wedding?"
Without looking up, I replied flatly, "I'm not going."
Suddenly, I felt a forceful shove from behind. In front of me loomed the spectator stands, with a vast open space below.
If I fell, the consequences would be unthinkable!
Acting on pure instinct, I grabbed onto a nearby structure, shrieking, "Scarlett, what the hell are you doing?!"
Scarlett leaned in close, her eyes wild with a manic gleam. "Melody, just die! If you die, Dashiell will marry me."
"He said he can't marry me because he's marrying you. But if you're dead, he can't marry you, so he'll have to marry me, right?"
My arms were giving out. Just as I was about to let go, my strength failing and my body beginning to fall, a warm hand gripped mine tightly.
I looked up to see Levi, fresh from his competition.