"Let's see," I said. "Claire, you're near the beginning. You'll always go on stage right after Myriah. And Margo, you're sort of near the middle. You'll always go on right after Sabrina Bouvier." "Right after who?" exclaimed Margo. "Shh," I said. "A girl named Sabrina Bouvier." Margo looked frantically around the backstage area. Her eyes traveled over Myriah, Charlotte, Karen, and several other contestants, and landed on the girl who was wearing the makeup (and plenty of it, I might add). "That's her," said Margo fiercely. "I just bet that's her. Who else would have a name like Sabrina Bouvier?"