"I hope Eleanor's mentality isn't affected."
"The referee and Annette... I'm so angry I could spit at them!"
Eleanor returned to the arena, her mind whirling with thoughts. Annette Zion had come back before her and was now sitting silently, her face obscured by a yellowish towel. She looked like a silent statue, devoid of any emotion or movement.
Eleanor glanced at her briefly before turning her attention to her phone. A message from Robert flashed on the screen. Eleanor's eyes froze as she quickly opened it.
The message read: "I'm sorry. I can't see your finals. Do your best. I'll come next time."
Eleanor stared at the words, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Her mind went blank for a moment. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Luciano. Eleanor walked out into the quiet corridor, answering the call with a calm facade.
"What's the matter?" she asked lightly.