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CHAPTER NINE

A fucking princess!

That is what Jojo felt like.

The perfect, figure hugging, black dress she had on, God bless whoever picked it out, was nothing short of gorgeous.

It did wonderful things to her figure, hugging her in all the right places.

Her hair had been released from the boring bun she'd done it in and was now in amazing curly waves that flowed down her back.

'Miss touchy', whose name she'd learned was Betty, had performed magic on her and she could hardly believe that the woman that had smiled back at her from the wide, floor length mirror was indeed herself.

Albeit the surprise it had been and the snarking voice at the back of her head that keeps asking her,

'Why is he doing this? What does he want?'

she could really kiss him right now.

A high crashing thought flitted through her mind.

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