Charlotte

Sophie and I turn to look at Charlotte and Lilian. They are stunned, and Lilian has a hand over her face as if she does not want anyone to know Nikki is her daughter.

Sophie grabs my hand and leads me backstage. She had stolen backstage passes for us, so we go back and find Nikki sobbing at a make-up table. "Nikki, what happened?"

Nikki looks up at Sophie. "What do you care?"

"Well, the crowd was more stunned than laughing, well except..."

"Except what?"

"Your mom seemed to be enjoying this."

"What?!"

"She just seemed...well...she did not seem at all surprised."

"That bitch!" said Nikki, her sadness turning to rage. "I'll get her for this!"

"Um, not now, though," said Sophie. "You've already made a spectacle...or she made a spectacle of you in public. Bide your time. **** is a dish best served cold."

"Thank you, Sophie. I guess I misjudged you."

Sophie gave her step-sister a side hug, and we went back out. "Going to frame Lilian for her daughters' humiliation then help them get their ****."

"Nice!" I said. I gave Sophie a quick kiss. We peeked from the curtain and saw Charlotte and Lilian watching the other models.

"Time for Charlotte," said Sophie. She stopped time.

We went to Charlotte and lifted her off of her chair. She was wearing an orange sleeveless sundress. Sophie hiked her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties down. She put itching powder up Charlotte's butt crack and pubic region then pulled her panties back up. She glued the waistband of Charlotte's panties to her skin. She then pulled the dress back down and put glue on Charlotte's chair. Finally, she put itching powder in Charlotte's bra cup.