Caroline’s Point of View
I have made it to the day of the competition.
My stomach knots with anticipation, my insides buzzing like a live wire. I’ve been preparing months for this, pouring every last bit of my time, energy, and creativity into getting my designs just right. Today isn’t merely a competition — it’s a declaration. It’s my chance to prove myself, to make a name that isn’t attached to Knoxx Wayne.
I take a deep breath, flattening my hands on my dress to rid it of imaginary wrinkles. My nerves weigh heavily on my chest, but I ignore that and carry on. I’ve come way too far to doubt myself at this point.
To my side, Liam swings his tiny backpack over his shoulders and fixes a fierce look on his small face. He seems excited, but I sense the tension in the way his fingers grip the straps. I squat in front of him, brushing a stray curl from his forehead.
“You ready, baby?” I ask gently.
He nods, his bright eyes shining. “Yeah! But, Mommy, do you think I can bring my toy car? It
