..or so she hoped.She was holding hands with Lisa Gibbs, Miss Kansas, a statuesquebrunette. They were the two remaining contestants for the title of M...ssAmerica 2012. The flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm her; she kepttelling herself to focus, and to breathe. But she couldn't stop thethoughts racing through her head:....even to make it this far is fantastic, a wonderful honor...but whoever remembers the runner-up?....I'm a blonde, Teresa (the reigning MissAmerica) is a blonde, will they. I suppose I should make dinner. After all, I am thewoman, I belong in the kitchen! Hahahaah just kidding. I spend a littletime whipping up some spanish rice. That should be yummy. I enjoyanother cigarette while I cook. Almost trip a few times moving around onthose heels but I'm ok. It's weird to look down at a stove and have yourvision hindered by two large bumps. Anyways I finish up and sit down toeat with a nice glass of wine. Can't eat much though with how tight thisthing around my waist is.. She seemed to be distracted with the environment around her enough to not notice that I had fallen back on purpose. I looked for Chris and found him toward the back of the group. I made my way toward him. Having friends for a long time gives those individuals insight over the years of how you are feeling without having to say a word. This was the case as I approached him and Mykola. “What’s up, nervous?” he asked with no mind to the people around him listening. I shook my head and moved toward. Tiffany of course politely greeted Madge's ladyfriends with a kiss on thecheek but when she was introduced to a gentleman, she almost melted intohim when she stood on tippytoes to offer said gentlemen her lips."Wait untill she meets old mr. Braxton, my sollicitor. He actually knowsabout Timmy (as he's an accomplice in changing Timmy's legal status) buthe has been flirting with Tiffany ever since he first set eyes on her. Upto know she just saw this as the innocent chitchat of a friendly old.