It was the next-to-the-last night of the competition-- the main runway judging portion, and Dinah was feeling fairly discouraged that she hadn't caught or discovered the saboteur yet. A meta, probably female, interested in hurting the models but not wrecking the competition, with knowledge of explosives... it just wasn't enough. Barbara had ( Read more... )

"This way, Dinah! Over here, tilt your head to the light!"

Dinah had been shivering in the short tunic and boots, until they had her under the lights. Now? She was sweating. And still scanning the crowd, trying to model like she had been all week, and survey the passersby for potential saboteurs at the same time. Not the easiest thing ever ( Read more... )