I Was Scared Of Her

Sophia's Point of View

As we walked down the runway, my jaw tightened, my fists curling at my sides.

Morana was walking perfectly, too perfectly.

Her posture was poised, her strides effortlessly elegant, her every movement dripping with grace and confidence. Even without trying, she commanded attention, stealing the breath of everyone in the hall.

"Damn, Morana is good."

"Look at that stride! No wonder she was the queen of the runway back then."

"Honestly, Sophia is amazing too, but Morana… she just has that thing."

My teeth clenched so hard I thought they might crack.

This was my runway now. I owned this stage. I was the one deserving of their praise, not her!

But no.

Even after all these years, after all I had done to ensure my dominance, she was still getting in my way.

I knew Morana was a skilled model. But that didn't matter.