Nova’s P.O.V
"A daddy should not be wondering what's under his stepdaughter's skirt!" I said to Edward, my stepdad, standing in front of him, pointing a chiding finger at him. My eyes locked on his with a teasing glare, one eyebrow raised high, and my lips pressed together in mock sternness as I shifted my weight onto one hip.
He stammered: "I'm... I'm not, I just said, I... f**k, don't say that too loudly, your mom…"
"Hey, you two," my mother, Ella, said, striding through the living room to get to the kitchen. "I'll be back in a few, with dinner." Then she noticed me, her rebellious daughter Nova.
I was wearing a plaid, pleated pink miniskirt and white nylon thigh... highs. My top, a sailor's uniform top with a tie, was cropped enough to show my bellybutton. I tilted my head a little,
