Chapter Eighty Seven
NINA I had a dream once. I was standing in front of a tall mirror with light makeup and a carefree smile. I was dressed scantily in a short skirt, tube top, and high knee leather boots. My hair had a distinct wavy sheen and my skin had an appealing tan. I looked relax, I looked happy; I looked like a normal teenager. A normal teenager who had tickets to a concert and was going to it with her group of rowdy, fun friends. I ambled out of my chic bedroom and bumped into my father. We stared at each other in utter shock before bursting into snorts and giggles. After catching our breaths, he stretched his arm before him and cradle my cheek, then he kissed my forehead lightly and reminded me that I had a curfew. I smiled lovingly before noisily treading towards the living room. There, I found S
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