92 Challengers

Already, ideas were whirling through Monica's mind. “Please select a card with your model’s name and measurements,” Tobias instructs, holding up five white cards with the House Corbin logo visible. Katarina runs toward him, her heels clicking on the floor. She snatches a card and dashes back in line with it pressed to her chest. The remaining four of them look at her and then each other and then attack Tobias for cards of their own. “Ladies, you don’t even know what you are fighting for. All of the models are suitable, I assure you.” Monica grabs one and holds it tightly as though Yori might steal it from her, but it was with a smile because they were all laughing at their own outrageousness. “Mine, mine, mine,” Monica drawls out, mimicking the seagulls in Finding Nemo.

Only Molly seems to get it. “Shut up, you rats with wings,” Molly answers. They meet eyes, grinning like loons. Monica looks at her card. Jeanette. The accompanying photo shows a gorgeous woman with short, tight natur