![]() ![]() There's something about having all nine of us together that makes a certain kind of energy radiate. As we pose, the cameras start clicking in a frenzy, catching us from all angles. We balance each other out, the tall girls and the shorter girls finding their spots in the formation so no one looks out of place. Like we've done a thousand times before, the girls assemble for the photo-each of us instinctively knowing where to stand so that our best features are shown off. "How about a group shot?" a photographer yells. ![]() Fans scream when they see us, clamoring to get closer through the wall of paparazzi. Mina is close at my heels, and seven girls emerge from the limo behind us, lifting their hands in queenlike waves. I subtly smooth down my outfit-a glittering wrap dress with a strapless sweetheart neckline-as I step onto the red carpet. ![]() Cameras flash in my direction before my champagne-colored stilettos have even touched the ground. ![]()
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