Juliet Farley, who was sitting next to Elva, couldn't stand her absurdity and reminded her, “Don't you think you're going too far? If you use all Sarah's stylists, there wouldn't be anyone to help her when she's back."

Elva knew that Juliet and Sarah were close, so Elva didn't bother being nice to her and replied rudely, “Mind your own business. I guess you're still in the dark. The host will announce that Sarah has to drop out of the competition if she cannot make it here by the time the show starts."

Juliet widened her eyes in shock and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only ten minutes before the opening.

Just then, the host came in for a few final touch-ups before opening the show.

Elva was a little anxious that Sarah might arrive soon. She urged, "Should we start now? The audience must be anxious to see us."

“Certainly not. We need to follow the schedule," Juliet interjected hastily.

Elva stepped forward and insisted, "Hear me out. It will be a pleasant surprise for the audience. They always wanted to see more of us."

“That is bullshit!" Juliet lashed out. She was annoyed but helpless. Elva was the most famous star in the room, and no one dared to offend her.

After some thought, the host finally agreed to start the show ahead of schedule.

“Please wait a little longer. Let's start the show on time. Sarah will be here soon," Juliet pleaded. She tried her best to change his mind as the host was busy adjusting the microphone.

Elva laughed at Juliet's persistence and sneered, “Why are you trying so hard? Sarah already quit."

“You're wrong. I'll definitely compete," a voice called out as the door of the dressing room opened. Betsy appeared through the door first, followed by Sarah, who had been missing for a few days.

“Sarah, you've finally arrived!" Juliet exclaimed with delight.

The host's heart was also pounding with relief and nervousness.

The thought of something going wrong if he started the show ahead of schedule weighed heavily on the host, as _ the responsibility for any mishaps would fall solely on him.

As an emcee, the worst thing that could happen was the unexpected. A single misstep could mean the end of his career.

And with the added pressure of it being a live broadcast, there was no room for error. Every moment had to be perfect.

Elva sneered at Sarah, her expression turning hostile.

"Weren't you hiding? Why bother coming to the final if you just want to make a fool of yourself?"

Juliet wouldn't stand for it. She shooed Elva away and took Sarah by the arm, leading her inside.