"You ready to go out and face the big Vogue world?"
My nerves started to kick in as I'd finished up in the bathroom and walked out of a cubicle to look at myself in the mirror. I didn't look anything like Claire. I'd thought the uni-forms would put us on a level playing field, but they didn't. I sprayed a spritz of the perfume Mom bought me for my last birthday and dropped it in my pocket.
I might not look like a Vogue model, but I could smell like one. I'd put on the uniform left for me in my room and frowned a little. The uniform clearly didn't fit. The buttons of my shirt were about to pop open, my butt could probably be seen if I bent down at a 45 degree angle, and as for the blazer? Well, it was on, but I didn't know how much longer that would last. I felt as if I was about to turn
