Tonight was the showcase.
"You look insane," Sable sneered.
Mila stood at the end of the catwalk. She wasn't wearing the eighty-pound machine. She was the machine. She stomped down the runway, the mirror shards catching the flash photography and scattering blinding light across the room. She didn't smile. She didn't pose gently. She stared down the buyers, the critics, and Elara Vane, who sat in the front row behind dark glasses. studio gumption super models final top