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Jet lag was a horrible thing. Her 'off time' was official now and it was granted for the single purpose of her upcoming wedding. It was inching closer and closer and there was a lot of last minute stuff that had to be done.
Stuff that was easier to do from home, and not running up your Megalomaniac of Father's phone bill at his secret island base. Not that all that training she had done would do much right now, because now, all Lorna had to worry about was making sure the wedding went off without a hitch.
No problem.
Really. Nothing was going to ruin this. Suitcase in hand, she entered the mansion - which was as good as a home to her - looking like she had wrestled with a bear and lost. A long flight followed by having to hail a taxi and then pay that driver in blood and gold (or so it seemed) simply for taking you somewhere.
She put her bags down in the entryway and yawned, "I need caffeine... so bad."
Stuff that was easier to do from home, and not running up your Megalomaniac of Father's phone bill at his secret island base. Not that all that training she had done would do much right now, because now, all Lorna had to worry about was making sure the wedding went off without a hitch.
No problem.
Really. Nothing was going to ruin this. Suitcase in hand, she entered the mansion - which was as good as a home to her - looking like she had wrestled with a bear and lost. A long flight followed by having to hail a taxi and then pay that driver in blood and gold (or so it seemed) simply for taking you somewhere.
She put her bags down in the entryway and yawned, "I need caffeine... so bad."