A couple of hours later, when Martina had declared the build-up finished and had excused them all, the girls meandered around the outside of the tent, appreciating the sun’s warmth on their dirty skin. Complaining about their lack of food and their extreme thirstiness they witnessed the illusive Sienna emerging from her trailer like a chrysalis from its cocoon. Stretching her arms above her head and squinting into the bright sunshine, she smoothed down her outfit and swanned down the steps.
"Just look at her," Wendy remarked. "She thinks she’s the circus equivalent of Paris Hilton."
Sienna’s long, blond hair freshly washed and dried blew featherlike in the light breeze. Her freshly ironed attire greatly contrasted with the four mud-laden, exhausted, hungry, and thirsty girls before her.
