All those old props and costumes from before were practically ancient relics of the school, and many were already damaged.
But everything Agnes brought was brand spanking new and really fancy.
Especially the costumes. It was as if they were custom-made for the characters.
They were a whole lot better than the previous ones.
Agnes said with a smile, "I borrowed these from a friend, so handle with care, guys. I'll need to return them later."
Kerri stated firmly, "I'll stay up all night for guard duty, just in case someone comes to cause trouble."
Agnes couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright, I'll pull an all-nighter with you."
Vinson suggested, "How about we all stay and take turns on guard duty? We can squeeze in more rehearsal time. After all, the show's tomorrow. No matter what, we've got to give it our all."
Everyone agreed.
Agnes felt a huge sigh of relief.
At first, staging this play was just a bet with Cecile, a way to vent her frustrations.
But through the past two weeks of rehearsals, Agnes had grown to enjoy the process.
The teamwork, the friendly atmosphere, and their shared goal made it all worthwhile.
They all knew the score.
Even with the cool props, they were still behind Cecile in terms of popularity.
Not to mention, Cecile could use Ryder's fame to hype up her show.
During Cecile's rehearsals, West Hall was practically trampled underfoot.
Lina replied, "Done and dusted. The school notice boards are plastered with our flyers. Everyone knows that anyone who comes to watch our show at West Hall tomorrow will get a souvenir. Don't worry, West Hall will be packed tomorrow."
A smug smile appeared on Cecile's face.
Lina asked confusedly, "Cecile, we already have a good chance of winning, with Prince Frost and you here. Why did you spend so much on these souvenirs?"
Cecile replied coldly, "You don't get it. I don't just want to win, I want to win hands down. I want East Hall to be completely empty, Agnes' efforts over the past two weeks to be in vain, utterly destroyed. Have people stationed around East Hall tomorrow. If anyone tries to go in, lure them over with the souvenirs."
A sly smile appeared on Cecile's face.
She thought to herself, "Agnes, this time, I will beat you to a pulp, make you utterly humiliated.
I want Prince to see your humiliation, your incompetence, and be completely disappointed in you. And about that bet, just thinking about you being humiliated in public makes me ecstatic!
I won't be showing any mercy!"
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