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Nicol ha 16 anni appena compiuti,due occhi enormi castani tendenti al verde,una massa enorme di capelli biondissimi.
È piccolina di statura ma molto grande di cuore. Con una vita abbastanza movimentata,triste spesso è orgogliosa ,Niky, come la chiamano tutti vi farà entrare in un'estate magica,molto movimentata e in un vero e proprio enigma sentimentale.
Niky avrà un incontro con i suoi idoli e da quel bellissimo giorni tutto cambierà.
Chi sa se in meglio o in peggio...
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