Bianca wasn’t trained in modelling, but she carried herself well.
The loose petticoat helped to conceal her steps.
She listened to the music, tried to get a feel of the beat, and walked in time with that.
It was a good thing that the show was hosted at twilight.
She wouldn’t be nervous if she couldn’t see the faces in the audience.
And there was no time to be nervous, anyway.
She had to take long strides to keep up with the pace of the rest of the models.
As she stopped at the end of the catwalk and posed, she spotted familiar faces peering up at her.
Some were friends, but she recognised two enemies.
Bianca picked up her pace on the walk back, hoping to catch Darya backstage to give her a heads-up.
Ryan was seated in the second row and couldn’t remain still
