After 3 months of runway training and modeling for the Miss Teams Sucre pageant, the long awaited night was just around the corner, all the girls who were participating were already in the final preparations, each one of us anxious to try on our gala dresses.

My aunt sent me to have mine made by a designer who was in the United States, it was something beautiful with a champagne-colored lace and rhinestones, among pearls and crystals, a spectacle, it was to arrive a week before the contest, although it was made according to the measurements that a dressmaker had taken here, when the dress finally arrived and I had the nerves on edge by the excitement, it did not fit me, I wanted to die, I had spent a lot of money in its design, development and shipment.

My aunt was very upset and I was devastated, I did not have what to wear for my special night, I did not want to say anything to the organizers of the event and less to my classmates, although we had made a nice friendship, it was still a contest, everyone wanted to win and much depended on what we wore that night, I was lost ....