"What is happening? I don't understand," I muttered in confusion as three girls started fiddling with my hair, clothes, and face, all at once.

"They are getting you ready for today's interview," Quinn replied, walking into the room.

"What? I-interview?" I stuttered, turning to her with wide eyes.

She gave me an apologetic look and held up a one-piece dress for me. "Part of the stuff you need to accomplish in one week."

"Okay, um, what kind of interview? Whose interview?" I asked hopefully, even though I already knew the answer somehow.

"Your and Noah's interview..."

"Why?" I groaned, letting my face fall into my hands. "Is it necessary?"

"Would...