I stood up, sighing, and stepped inside, while she went on to Room 1.
I got a surprise when I saw the room, for I had expected it to be the image of ours – all pale blue chintz and potted plants and fringed lamps. But this room was rather more masculine, red papered walls covered with sporting scenes and a large iron-framed bed, its sheets tumbled back restlessly.
Morning all! hands out cake
“All that body-slamming and kicking? Fake. The tension between rivals? Fake. Heck, even this gold belt? Fake! The winners are all decided beforehand. Good thing they picked you to win, huh?”
Isabella couldn’t believe the whole thing was staged. She felt like such a fraud. She wanted to win for real, not for fake. So she body-slammed Lucy. For real.