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Mari McCabe smiled into the brightly lit mirror in front of her as her make-up artist put the final touches on her lips. Unlike all of the girls around her, the model superhero is perfectly calm, perfectly relaxed, and not at all running around like a screaming chicken in stilettos with its head cut off. She'd been at this point in her career for a couple of years now, where, being one of the more established models, she would be shown at the end, in one of the more exquisite pieces. Currently, Mari was showing the final design of the evening, a coveted spot for most models, and a spot that only a select few owned at the moment, amongst them Page Monroe and Jezebel Jet.
She sat back and thanked her artist, watching him department with a smile on her face. She turned back to the mirror. She looked good. She could think it. She looked good. Her make up was exotic and flawless. Her gown looked like it was poured on her. She was positively radiant.
As was another young woman at the show with Mari. She smiled brightly at Jennie Lynn-Hayden, the superhero known as Jade.
"Crazy night, isn't it?" she asked as one of the younger models screeched out and attacked another model.
She sat back and thanked her artist, watching him department with a smile on her face. She turned back to the mirror. She looked good. She could think it. She looked good. Her make up was exotic and flawless. Her gown looked like it was poured on her. She was positively radiant.
As was another young woman at the show with Mari. She smiled brightly at Jennie Lynn-Hayden, the superhero known as Jade.
"Crazy night, isn't it?" she asked as one of the younger models screeched out and attacked another model.