The excitement within me kept me from having a restful night's sleep. Finally, the weight on my heart during the competition, and the subsequent conversation with Irfan, somehow made me realize that I don't need to pretend anymore. Additionally, when Dee and I talked yesterday about our relationship, I assured her that I am serious and have no intention of breaking her heart.
I acknowledge that, for various reasons, I may have given her mixed feelings due to multiple instances of sightseeing with my ex.
Justin, who is somewhat disappointed with my decision not to choose Irfan, made it clear to me that ultimately, it is my heart that determines whom I can love. Introducing her to Dee, and realizing that they have never met or spoken, helped me understand that this might be the reason she continues to encourage me towards Irfan.
As I completed my room check before heading to the lobby, memories of both breakdowns and moments of joy with Miss Laos flashed through my mind. This room bore witness to the loss of the crown and the countless times I overthought.
The space also encapsulated the unique feeling I experienced when I first saw Dee, an emotion witnessed by the walls of this room. It has already accumulated a wealth of memories, and the prospect of leaving this second home feels somewhat difficult for me. Nevertheless, I recognize that I must return to where I truly belong.
"Are you ready, Miss Porsild?" one of the staff members asked as she prepared to assist me with the remaining bags.
"I am," I replied, nodding.
"Does this room hold many memories for you?" she inquired.
"It does," I said simply, taking a moment to wander through it one last time before my departure.
The staff and I made our way to the lobby. I noticed Melissa, who happens to be Miss Mexico, and greeted her. As far as I can recall, she's not joining us, and I have no idea why. Upon entering the lobby, I spotted Miss Olivia and her assistants. In just a few seconds, Miss Ann and the other candidates will likely arrive as well.
"Hey girl, you look stunning with that suit!" Miss Germany said, casting a fascinated gaze my way. I responded with a radiant smile. She was donned in an elegant white suit, exuding a cool and confident aura.
"You too, girl!" I complimented her, appreciating the stylish choice.
"Oh, Miss Thailand is blooming, guess who's making her heart flutter?" Miss Venezuela interjected, entering our conversation and causing me to unconsciously break into a smile.
"Oooooh, is that-" I prompted, eager to hear the continuation of her teasing or guessing. The atmosphere was filled with playful camaraderie as we exchanged compliments and light banter, creating a lively moment in the midst of the gathering.
Miss Germany's compliment was momentarily halted as Dee gracefully entered the room, flaunting her fashionista-suit look. It was as if she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine—Dee undeniably radiated an air of sophistication and style, establishing herself as one of the fashion icons in our midst. Her sartorial choices were impeccable, and her expertise in fashion was evident in every detail.
As Dee's presence captured the attention of the room, my eyes couldn't help but lock with hers. It felt like our gaze was engaged in a silent conversation, conveying unspoken sentiments that transcended the need for words. A genuine smile formed on my face, mirroring the unspoken connection we shared in that moment. It was a subtle acknowledgment of admiration and camaraderie, recognizing the stylish flair that Dee brought into the room. The atmosphere brightened even more with her entrance, as if her fashion prowess had injected a new energy into the gathering.
