Karma was a firm believer of three things. Work hard.
Make money.
And keep your nose out of everyone's business.
The third was the hardest one. Sometimes, it could be hard to keep your nose out of people's business. Why? Before they threw theirs into your business first.
Sniffing about.
Only she didn't know how her nose caught roiled into her stepsister's business.
Who was she kidding? She did know.
But revenge was a strange thing. It hardened your stomach to ice crust and heated your innards to molten lead, bubbling, frothing and cooling.
Quite the heady combination. And so, she endured the two hours of pin sticking and measuring.
"Finally! My skin is like lace from all the pin holes," Veronica groaned mournfully.
Karma smiled indulgently. Seraphina laughed and shook her head.
"I'm the bride Veronica, what do you want me to say?" She pouted.
Karma wanted to barf. Instead, she flashed another one of her I-promise-im so-gullible smiles at her.
