We arrived at the airport and waited at the arrivals terminal for Nora. I looked around anxiously, scanning each face that came through the sliding doors.
Where was she?
And then — there she was, strutting through the airport like it was her personal runway. If there was one thing my sister had in abundance, it was confidence — unapologetic, radiant confidence. A truly enviable trait, especially with that short skirt she boldly paired with a fitted leather jacket and thigh-high boots, making heads turn without even trying.
“Luna!” she called, her voice bright and excited as she jogged toward me, her designer luggage trailing behind her with a rhythmic clatter. She crashed into my arms, hugging me tightly, and I found myself smiling despite the chaos surrounding everything.
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