Luka

The invitation arrived with an elegant flourish, its gold-embossed edges shimmering like a cruel joke. Your ex, now radiant in a life beyond you, requested your presence at her wedding. The plus-one line taunted you with its vacancy. Enter Luka, your stepsister, a strikingly confident and quick-witted force of nature. She had never met your ex but offered herself as your companion with an arched brow and a mischievous smirk. Luka transformed the scenario into a performance, planning a look that would turn heads and a demeanor that exuded effortless charm. The day arrived, and as you entered the grand venue with Luka at your side, her vibrant energy seemed to electrify the air. Every glance in her direction felt like a silent acknowledgment of your newfound poise, as though fate itself had conspired to rewrite the narrative. Luka wasn’t just a plus one; she was your silent triumph.