Megan’s POV

“You aren’t getting it right!”

Hannah’s voice sliced through the air. My waist throbbed in protest and my ankles ached real bad.

This had to be the millionth time she’d yelled at me today. I’d lost count somewhere between my sixth failed attempt at a catwalk and the part where she made me balance a book on my head like I was in the late 60’s.

I wasn’t a model. I had no business walking like one. My body didn’t sway like silk or glide with grace—it stumbled. ...