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“Seriously, how do you have so much s**t?” Bryna complained, hoisting another bag into the trunk of Stacia’s SUV.
Trihn shrugged. “It’s an in-case-the-world-ends assortment of things.”
Her hands were trembling, and she felt like a bug was coming on. Everything about today put her on edge and worried her. It was the big day.
“What if it sucks?” Trihn asked.
“You’re Trihn Hamilton. It won’t suck,” Bryna said.
“Plus, we’ve worn the clothes. They’re awesome,” Stacia said. She dropped one last bag into the very full trunk. “I think that’s it. Time to go.”
Trihn hopped into the backseat, and Bryna took shotgun. While Stacia drove, they blasted the radio on the way to the Vegas Strip where the fashion show would be held in one of the many glamorous ballrooms at Caesars Palace.
The girl
