Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: First Round

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Chapter 225

~Zara’s POV~

The girls gathered back in the centre of the hall as soon as I called their attention. The excitement in their eyes was second to none.

Some clutched props—a favourite book, a painting, even a simple but meaningful object like a seashell or a family photo. Others fidgeted nervously, their eyes darting to the table where Luna Star, Aira, Tempest, and I sat, ready to observe their first challenge.

I rose from my seat, the attention in the room instantly locking onto me. My palms felt slightly clammy, but I pushed the feeling aside. This wasn’t about me—it was about them.

"Alright, ladies," I began, "the first challenge is simple: we want to know who you are. What makes you unique, what drives you, and what brings you here today? Remember, there’s no wrong answer—just be yourself."

A few girls nodded, visibly relaxing at my words. Others stood straighter, determination hardening their expressions.

"To keep things fair, each of you will have exactly one minute," I continued. "When your name is called, step forward, share your story, and show us what you brought to represent yourself."

Luna Star gave me an approving smile as I turned to Tempest, who had the roster in hand.

The first girl, a petite brunette with glasses, stepped forward clutching a journal. She spoke with confidence about her dream of becoming a writer, her voice trembling slightly but growing stronger as she shared how journaling had helped her overcome loneliness.

The next girl, taller and more boisterous, held up a pair of soccer cleats, declaring her ambition to show the world that women could dominate the field just as fiercely as men.

One by one, the girls came forward, each offering a glimpse into their lives. Some were shy, others exuberant, but all of them brought their authentic selves to the table.

As the challenge progressed, I found myself drawn into their stories. A girl who’d lost her parents but found solace in art.

Another who’d struggled with self-esteem but discovered her worth through volunteering. Each story painted a vivid picture of resilience, passion, and hope.

"You’re doing great," Aira whispered to me between presentations, her voice low so the girls wouldn’t hear.

I nodded, though my heart weighed heavy. The challenge wasn’t just about celebrating their individuality—it was also about cutting the group in half. And I knew that wasn’t going to be easy.

Finally, the last girl stepped forward, a soft-spoken redhead holding a potted plant. She explained how gardening had taught her patience and growth, her fingers brushing over the leaves as she spoke.

When she finished, I stood, clapping along with everyone else. "Well done, everyone," I said, my voice carrying across the hall. "You should all be proud of yourselves for sharing your stories and letting us see a part of who you are."

The girls smiled, some exchanging glances of relief and pride.

I hesitated, the next announcement sitting heavily on my tongue. I glanced at Luna Star, who gave me a small nod of encouragement. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}