Right one at the wrong time

The first press conference / The interview

Finally they were seated and Konstrakta was beyond relieved that there were three other people sitting between her and the Swedish woman. Next to Cornelia sat an older blonde woman and Konstrakta kept wondering who she was. But in the end she couldn't care less. And she told herself she would not give it another thought. That day Cornelia was extremely open and warm, like usually, and seemed to really enjoy meeting people and didn't seem to have any fear of body contact. 
"Hello Cornelia, hello everyone. I have a question for you."
A middle aged man in a flowered blouse stepped in front of the microphone to ask his first question.
"We heard that you had two of your loved ones with you in the Green room. And we often wonder did you talk to them or what did you say? As far as we know your best friend and your boyfriend were there. Who did you hug first?"
Boyfriend. Ah. So she had a boyfriend.
While Cornelia was talking, Konstrakta began to tug briefly at her pinned bouquet, which suddenly began to bother her slightly. As if it was scratching her chest slightly, even though she had ready been wearing it the whole time.
"Isa was closer so it was her first. Many of my family members are actually here and we will celebrate together."
When Cornelia got her next question including a compliment describing her as a "standing beauty", the blonde woman started fooling around, Konstrakta turned her head away and noticed how she felt a very slight sense of annoyance. As if this woman could not take anything seriously. Outwardly Konstrakta let on absolutely nothing, as she never really did.
She was always polite and did her job and yet, nothing and nobody could really make her lose her coolness. Except when one of her children started to paint the walls with crayons again or let the dog roll around in the dirt outside and then bring him home like that. But luckily Cornelia was neither her child nor anyone else in her life. When the Swede then went forward to draw her lot and jumped at the presenter, the black-haired woman could only stare at her in disbelief. Her face was frozen and whenever she thought hard or was overcome by feelings that she was not too much used to, her face became a complete poker face. And it was exactly those moments when one could almost be afraid of her. Or view her as a cold person.
Cornelia drew the second semi-final. Konstrakta turned to her producer Milovan who was sitting next to her and whispered,
"She really is quite.... I don't know... a lot? Or is it just me?"
"I think it's just her. You know her personality, I assume."
"Do you know her?"
And now she couldn't hide the slightly surprised tone in her voice.
"No. No. From what I've seen so far. But no I don't know her."
Konstrakta turned back to Cornelia, who was about to return to her seat, and took a sharp breath. She hadn't even realised how she had been holding her breath as she'd watched Cornelia. Suddenly she felt how her face became hot, very hot, and took the fan that was laying on her table to fan herself. It must have been the room. The air was heating up fast and she was dressed in long sleeves, and not half naked like the Swede. Konstrakta followed her with her eyes when Cornelia dropped into her seat and fell into the arms of the woman next to her with the happiest radiance, Konstrakta could not suppress a very small smile. It came easily to her lips and when she noticed it, she immediately tore her gaze away from the blonde and looked forward again. Now it was Stefan's turn from Estonia. He sat right between the two women. Konstrakta put her hands on the table and supported her head with them, then looked to her right at Stefan. She was desperately careful not to look at Cornelia, who was of course now looking in her direction. But despite her best efforts, her gaze slipped once and met Cornelia's eyes, which were now looking at her intensely. As if struck by lightning, Konstrakta averted her gaze again. After the serbian woman had had her turn and answered a few questions, it was now time to draw her lot. And secretly she prayed not to draw the second semi-final as well. She held her fan tightly and if you had looked very closely, one could have noticed that her hands were now shaking slightly. And even before she held her note up to the camera, she saw what was written on it. "The 2nd half"