[THE NEXT EVENING]

  Meesha wore casual outing clothing, a comfortable pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt, as she headed downstairs.

  Meesha headed outside, where her limousine was already waiting for her. Kira was standing beside the vehicle with a smile on her face. Meesha's bodyguards were also present, their eyes scanning the surrounding area with a mixture of caution and vigilance.

  The driver opened the door, and Meesha slid into the limousine. Kira followed closely behind, and the driver shut the door behind them.

  The limousine drove away, and Meesha settled into her seat, feeling a sense of excitement build up inside her. She loved getting ready for events, and today was no exception.

  The limousine pulled up in front of the makeup studio, and Meesha stepped out onto the sidewalk. Kira followed closely behind, and together they entered the studio.

  Meesha's artist; Luna, was already waiting for her, a friendly smile on her face. "Meesha, what kind of look are you thinking of?"

  Meesha thought for a moment before responding. "I want something dramatic and eye-catching. Something that will make me stand out in a crowd."

  Luna nodded enthusiastically. "I have just the thing. Let's get started."

  Over the next hour, Meesha's artist worked her magic, transforming Meesha's look from casual to stunning. Meesha's short sky blue hair was styled in flowy waves that cascaded down her shoulders. Her face was beautifully made up, with a focus on enhancing her natural features.

  When Meesha's stylist; Francois, arrived with her outfit, Meesha's eyes widened in excitement. The outfit was stunning – a black leather skirt that fell just below her hips, paired with a sleeveless dark blue top that had a sweetheart neckline. The top was fitted perfectly to Meesha's body, showcasing her curves in all the right places.

  The skirt was a work of art, with a subtle flair at the hem that added a touch of drama to the overall look. The top was equally impressive, with a delicate design on the sweetheart neckline that added a touch of whimsy to the overall look.

  Meesha couldn't wait to put on the outfit and see how it looked. She headed to the dressing room, Kira and the stylist following closely behind.

  As Meesha emerged from the dressing room, Kira and the stylist gasped in unison. "Meesha, you're a seductress!" Kira exclaimed.

  Meesha smiled, feeling a sense of confidence wash over her. She looked at herself in the mirror, and it was true – she did look hot. She had never worn anything to make her look hot and sexy before. She had always stuck to cute outfits, sophisticated outfits, classy outfits, but never an overly attractive one.

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  "I know, right?" Meesha replied, winking at Kira. "I feel like a completely different person."

  Kira nodded enthusiastically. "You look amazing, Meesha. That outfit was made for you."

  Meesha decided to take a picture, and she stood in front of the mirror, snapping a quick selfie. She sent it to Xanqer, along with a note that read: "I'm so hot, right? You must be drooling over me (winking emoji) (fire emoji) (kissing emoji)"

  Then, she went with Kira, and they went back into the limousine. The driver drove them to the meet and greet dinner for the contestants of the beauty contest. The event was being held at a luxurious hotel, and the red carpet was already filled with reporters and live streamers.

  The man wearing a suit opened the limousine door. Meesha came out, and the reporters and live streamers were stunned. They were dazzled by her stunning, attractive appearance, and they took many pictures. And they complimented her.

  "Meesha, you look absolutely stunning!" one reporter exclaimed. "That outfit is incredible!"

  Meesha smiled, feeling a sense of pride and confidence wash over her. "Thank you," she replied, waving at the cameras. "I'm feeling great tonight."

  As Meesha walked down the carpet, Kira followed closely behind her. The reporters and live streamers continued to take pictures and ask questions.

  Meesha stepped inside the luxurious hotel, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She was immediately greeted by a nice host, who flashed her a warm smile. "Welcome, Meesha! You look stunning tonight. I'm your host, Mikel, and I'll be interviewing you live on stage."

  Meesha smiled, feeling a sense of excitement build up inside her. "Thanks, Mikel. I'm excited to be here."

  Mikel nodded, holding out a microphone. "Great! Let's get started. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and why you're competing in this pageant?"

  Meesha took the microphone, her voice confident and clear. "Thanks, Mikel. My name is Meesha, and I'm representing the state of Arizona. I'm passionate about empowering young models and promoting their career, and I believe that this pageant is a great platform for me to make a difference."

  Mikel smiled, nodding his head. "That's terrific, Meesha. You're an inspiration to us all."

  Meesha was then presented with a sash with "Miss Arizona" emblazoned on it, which she wore over her shoulder.

  As she walked into the dinner room, Meesha was struck by the sheer scale of the event. The room was filled with a long, glass table that seemed to stretch on forever, surrounded by over fifty chairs. The other contestants were already seated, chatting and laughing with each other. There were also several livestreamers present, their cameras at the ready.

  As Meesha made her way to her seat, the other contestants turned to look at her, their eyes widening in admiration. "Wow, Meesha, you look amazing!" one of them exclaimed.

  Meesha smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thanks, guys. You all look great too."

  As she sat down, Meesha noticed Hazel, who represented Miss Los Angeles, sitting across from her, a scowl on her face. Meesha tried to ignore her, focusing instead on chatting with her friends from the audition.

  But Hazel's jealousy was palpable, and Meesha could sense her resentment. Hazel sneered at Meesha, trying to hide her hatred behind a mask of civility.

  After all the contestants had arrived, the director stood up to welcome everyone. "Good evening, ladies. I'm so glad you could all make it tonight. This is going to be a fantastic competition, and I'm excited to see what each of you has to offer."

  The contestants all applauded, and the director continued. "Now, let's get started. We'll be serving a classically served steak with a side of green vegetables. Please, help yourselves."

  As everyone began eating, Meesha cut into her steak and took a bite. She raised an eyebrow, realizing it tasted really good, so she took another bite.

  But as she looked up, she noticed that everyone was staring at her in silence. Meesha looked around, confused, wondering what she had done wrong.

  That was when Emily shrieked. "Oh my gosh, Meesha! You're good at everything, you're even good at eating."

  Meesha realized what had happened. She had eaten her steak with perfect etiquette, just like Xanqer had taught her.

  The other contestants began complimenting her. "Yes, you eat like a princess," one of them said.

  "I wish I could eat like you," another added.

  "You're so elegant and refined," a third contestant chimed in.

  "I've never seen anyone eat with such poise and confidence," another said.

  Meesha smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Thanks, guys. I just tried to follow the basics of etiquette."

  But Hazel was not happy with all the attention Meesha was receiving. She snarled, "So what? I can also eat that way. Stop pretending like she's special or anything."