Davina stood at the end of the line, her shoulders back, looking straight ahead of her, mirroring the others’ poses. The tall woman paced across the floor, looking closely at each of them. Davina’s palms were sweating, her legs trembling and her heart thudding in her chest. She couldn’t help thinking about the shooting earlier and her part in it. Things hadn’t exactly gone as planned…
The woman had stopped now, was staring at her and opened her mouth to speak. Davina closed her eyes, waiting for the verdict.
“You’re through to the next round of America’s Next Top Model.”
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