Sylvette had never felt so humiliated, not even when she had to face Lady Camille or when Andromeda had talked back to her. The eyes of Lady Camille, Lady Visenya, and Lord August, and the weight of their expectations pressed down on her, making her feel small and insignificant. She felt afraid.
But she still felt confident.
After all, Sylvette had been her tutor, and she knew that while Andromeda was hardworking and intelligent, she was still not a prodigy. She was above average, but not someone that Sylvette would feel threatened by. So what was this fear gripping her heart?
Sylvette forced herself to breathe slowly, trying to calm the anxious beating of her heart. Her mind raced, grasping at reasons to believe she had made the right choice in leaving the test early. Surely, Andromeda's resolve would falter. She had to keep telling herself that.
This chapter might feel repetitive, but I wanted to emphasize the desperation and what Sylvette was feeling. I welcome any critique; please comment and let me know if it's too excessive.