Lydia stood close to Rachel, a mischievous glint in her eyes and an evil smile playing on her lips.
She was not going to let this opportunity slip, she would use this as a chance to take her revenge on her.
She leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper as she delivered her venomous words. "You know, Rachel, I don't think you stand a chance of making it to the finals in this competition. Your luck seems to be running thin."
She smiled mischievously, she had a plan one that she would make sure that Rachel embrasses her self and also lose the competition in a shameful way.
Rachel's heart sank at Lydia's words. She had been working tirelessly for months, perfecting her perfume creations for the prestigious perfumers' competition.
She had always hoped to be able to show the world her talent in perfume making, she couldn't just let Lydia destroy her dream.