When Mia’s turn came, the nerves threatened to buckle her knees. She walked to the center of the stage. The spotlight blinded her for a second. But then, she remembered the view from her balcony that morning—the absolute freedom of the horizon.
One by one, the girls walked out. There was Elena, a stunning Slovenian girl with an athletic build who moved like a cat. There was Sarah from Germany, whose laugh was louder than the music. The competition was stiff, filled with tanned skin and bright smiles. Miss Koversada 2011l
She didn't do the standard model walk. She walked as if she were strolling down the beach, comfortable in her own skin. When the host asked her the question—"What does the sea mean to you?"—she didn't give a rehearsed answer about world peace. When Mia’s turn came, the nerves threatened to