Grant had opted to sit in the back, but I still squirmed in my seat, knowing he was nearby. After everything happened tonight, he’d know I hadn’t stood up to the girls. I could still feel his hand on my shoulder, hear him saying, “I’m proud of you, Sadie.” Not after tonight, he wouldn’t be. I sighed as we flipped open our programs. Pips pointed to the names. “Margot’s second and Bri is third.” “Maybe they won’t tie,” I suggested hopefully, reading the other name. “Maybe this other girl, YaoYao, will win?” “Alice was pretty sure that wouldn’t happen.” Pips took out her camera and checked the flash and settings. “They were going to show the video to Margo right before the competition?” I asked. Pips nodded miserably. “Sadie, I know I should have done something to stop them, but Alice …” The lights went down and the music started. The judges were in the front row, three rows ahead of us. The runway stretched out into the audience, and a spotlight flashed on, highlighting YaoYao’s first model.
