Oh sure, she could beat any of them in a vocabulary test. But given the criteria on which the judges were sure to be basing their selections, how could she possibly compete? No amount of waxing, makeup classes, and personal shoppers could ever make her seem as polished and confident as these women. A cute blonde with bright blue eyes and a wide smile leaned over and said, “I love how you got right past the receptionist. She was giving us nasty looks all day.” Alexa couldn’t help but smile, there was something so innately likeable about this girl sitting next to her. “I’m Brigit,” she said, reaching out her hand. Alexa clasped it firmly. “I’m Alexa. Frankly, I’m wondering if it was worth the effort.” Brigit cocked her head to the side in surprise. “Why would you say that?” Alexa waved her arm in the general direction of the rest of the women in the room.
