~Sophia Fredo, Blue Team
I could see it now, in my mind’s eye: the dream above all dreams, the reason I lived and breathed. I shut my eyes, playing the mental move I had seen too many times to count.
Flashing lights, thunderous applause, music pounding heavily from intricately decorated speakers. The click of stiletto heels on the marble catwalk. The swishing of my latest and greatest designs, flowing elegantly from the models’ lithe, slinky frames. Judges whispering and hissing in heavy Italian accents, shooting comments from the corners of their mouths faster than shooting stars. Competition. Firenze. Am I going to win?
Eight models
Seven designers
Six outfits
Five days
Four houses
Three broken hearts
Two judges
One catwalk
Will it be me?
