Andria's POV
They both chuckled and started talking. I walked away, noticing I was third wheeling, such an awkward situation.
I walked to the hall alone. The hall was already filled up by the time I got there.
Everyone looked so happy and colourful, though some others still looked out of place.
Macy rushed towards me. "Have you had a drink?"
"No, I haven't," I shouted above the noise blasting from the speakers.
"Ok, let me get you one. You need them to really enjoy tonight," she shouted back.
"Everyone getting tipsy before the contest, will there be clear judgment?" I asked.
"Well, the judges aren't getting drunk until after the contest," she replied, taking another gulp.
"Sounds better. Are the judges here yet?" I asked.
"Yes, but they are at the back of the stage, doing some observations," she replied. "Hold on, let me get you a glass," she said, waving at a butler.
"Hey, over here, my friend needs a drink," she shouted as she waved at the butler.
