Chapter Eleven
‘Diva,’ Jet said, standing a good foot higher her in the mirror. ‘Stick out your chest. You’ve got ‘em so use ‘em.’
‘You’ve got ‘em too,’ Darcy said smiling at the woman who’d become the closest thing to a friend she’d had in the city these past four weeks.
Semi-final night loomed ahead of them, now only she, Jet, and an older woman Gwen remained. Gwen believed that the competition extended to every area of their lives, and felt it necessary to gain an advantage over her and Jet whenever she could. Jet explained to Darcy that this was Gwen’s last chance, and if she didn’t make it now she never would – Jet didn’t hold her breath for Gwen’s chances. Darcy would never say it aloud but she didn’t either.
‘I should hope so too for what they cost me,’ Jet said. ‘I’ll be gettin
