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Jane Above Storymy stepsister stole my groommy barefoot wedding
I gave my driver the new destination and he nodded politely, changing course without question.
Nina was waiting for me just inside the brightly lit 24-hour diner. Her hair was pale blue today, straightened and pulled up into a sleek high ponytail, and she had a light sheen of matching, ice-blue eyeshadow swept over her eyelids. Her lashes were dark, thick, and extra-long, making me think she had gotten extensions. Her outfit was casual, though – black leggings and an oversized white t-shirt.
“My god Nina, you look gorgeous,” I said as I gave her a hug.