Page 31 of To Love or to Lose
to talk with one of my daughters.
I’ll let Gwen know that you’re
coming home. Talk to you
tonight, mom.
Talk to you tonight,
sweetheart<3
“Your mom is the sweetest,” Winnie says when I put my phone down. “Remember in sixth grade when I was feeling sick and neither of my parents could pick me up, so your mom did.”
“Yeah, I remember.” I laugh at the memory of Winnie texting me on her iPod Touch when we were twelve years old, asking if I would text my mom. It was a week my mom was home and not traveling for work, so of course she dropped what she was doing to be there for Winnie.
“She took me to get food, and when we got back to your house, she painted my nails while we watchedPretty in Pink.”
My smile grows at the thought, but sinks at the realization. My mom was more a mom to Winnie that day than she usually was for me.
I plaster a smile back on. “That sounds like her.” My momlovesthe moviePretty in Pink.She claims it’s one of those movies that when you see it on the TV guide, you justcannotpass up.
“Anyway,” Eloise says. “Now that that is settled, you need to come up with ideas for this dress.”
“I’m definitely doing black,” I say, already looking through Mom’s online store for any fabrics that stick out to me.
I send her one I like, a glittery black tulle material.Even though I hate glitter, the fabric is gorgeous.
I know you might not have
this EXACT fabric, but is
there any way we could get
something similar?
She doesn’t answer, and I figure it’s because she went back to working once we ended our text chain.
Winnie looks at the picture I sent my mom, putting her hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, that issopretty.”
“I know,” I groan, placing my forehead against my phone screen, as if I’m willing my mother to respond. “I hope she has something similar.”
“That would look so pretty with a corset top!” She smiles.
Almost all my other dresses have been either super tight fitted or bodycon dresses, so I’m considering going with a more traditional A-line design for something special my senior year. A corset top would be the perfect touch.
“Good afternoon, ladies.” Logan’s voice carries across the table as he sets his lunch tray down. “What are you girls talking about?”
Winnie looks up with a delighted smile. “Gen’s homecoming dress.”
“Ah.” He doesn’t elaborate, choosing to tuck into his food instead.
“Where’s your posse?” Eloise asks him.
He looks around the lunchroom, his mouth still full of food. When he swallows the gargantuan bite, he shrugs. “They’ll be here eventually.”
Winnie looks at him with a horrid expression when he takes another bite, this one bigger than the last. “Stop eating so fast,” she says. “None of us are going to take your food, you can take normal sized bites.”
“Hey, I’m a growing boy.” He sets his sub sandwich down on the tray.
