<em>~Mila at the pajama party~</em><br/><br/>Mila was astonished that Mari would feel like the weakest link.  Of the three of them, she seemed to be the most confident.  She was a leader, that was obvious in the first few minutes of knowing her.  And her looks... she was exotic-looking and gorgeous.  Mila knew she was pretty, but she wasn't as drop-dead gorgeous as Nicci, who she had deduced was a model, or as beautiful as Marisol with her stunning coloring.<br/><br/>Really, though, the looks didn't matter.  They were all attractive enough; whoever was calling the shots behind the scenes, whether it was Miss Taylor or someone else, certainly liked pretty people.  "I think you're selling yourself short, Mari.  In fact, I think all of us are.  I think maybe we're all so busy looking at each other that we're forgetting to look at ourselves and what we bring to this.  You, Mari, are already an inspiration to me."  Her words were sincere.  She didn't think her experience here would be quite as rich if two other women sat with her instead of the ones that had been chosen for the project.  "I also feel like the men like you two better.   But it doesn't matter, you know, even if they do.  As long as eventually they love me, too, it's okay.  We have six months to figure it all out."  Her words about love implied that the project would work as planned, and she liked the optimism she felt right then.