Five Sentence Fiction: Horror...

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word. 
This week’s inspiration word is: HORROR
So, okay, I don't write horror in the sense of throats being torn out, or drug addled teenagers feasting on each others intestines (yes, that was in an episode of CSI many years ago - delightful!)... So, I thought I'd write a different kind of horror...
Horror
With no small amount of self-satisfaction, Samara watched the girls ahead of her ascend the stairs to the catwalk, her moment was finally here and she had fought tooth and nail make it happen.
Nancy was still laid up in ICU and no one could explain how a prawn got into her low fat, no sugar chocolate mousse at the show launch the night before.
Liza's stilletto heel has broken only ten minutes earlier leaving the breathtakingly beautifully brunette with an ankle the size of an orange - that was a close call!
Samara stepped up onto the catwalk and sashayed her way down, did a turn and a cheeky wink at the photographers and then back to the change room in a cloud of elation.
She was met with peels of laughter and told her dress was tucked into her undies - but the designer, Riglio, was not laughing, 'You stupid, bitch! You can't dress yourself? You will never work again! Do you hear? Never!'