Chapter Eight
Steph
Everything was the same. But different. And I still felt like me, only . . . more. Even colors were sharper. It was almost as if I’d been looking through a dirty windshield and finally paid that homeless guy that spits on it at the traffic light to clean it off.
Lord. Had I finally gone off the rails? I’d lost count of how many times Cara mothered me about working too hard. Great. Now my lights were on, but I didn’t have enough eggs for a full deck. Or something like that.
Still, this was the single best day I'd ever had. Not only was I on a date—well, almost on a date—with an unspeakably hot man, who kissed better than any fantasy I'd ever had, but I was also standing in the presence of The Nona. Sharing oxygen with fashion royalty. Well, probably more oxygen than
