Page 6 of Luckiest Love
Honor knew that her mother wouldn’t budge on this and she didn’t fight it.
She knew that her mom knew what was best, even if she didn’t like it.
So, she stayed inside and read a lot, or was the mannequin for Truth and her crazy ideas.
She got poked more than once with some of the pins that Truth loaded the dresses up with.
She just patiently let Truth do what she needed to do and she ended up loving all the dresses and clothes that Truth made.
Truth even made their prom dresses, even though neither of them had dates to said prom.
She was still the same person after she had the transplant, but while the boys used to talk to her when she was younger, they gave her a wide berth ever since her surgery.
Like she was broken or something. And she sort of hated it.
But she felt deep inside that if a boy was that intimidated by her surgery they weren't worth her time.
So all through school she didn't date or try.
Truth didn't really either. She didn't like how the boys treated Honor and stood by her side.
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Afew years after her transplant, her parents were both still overprotective. To both her and Truth.
Even though Truth didn't have heart issues. She never had and when they were younger, Honor used to get so annoyed that she had heart problems and Truth didn’t, but since they weren’t identical twins, they had different strands of DNA and Truth ended up with no heart problem.
She didn't mind it after they got older and she learned long ago that she would rather go through all that she had and spare her sister from the same pain.
When they both graduated from high school, they both knew they wanted to go to the same college.
Honor went into accounting and Truth went into fashion design and Honor knew she would do big things on day.
They shared a dorm and stayed clear of the boys once again.
Honor desperately wanted to find someone to love her. To not see her as broken.
But it hadn't happened. And she was beginning to believe that it wouldn’t.
When they both graduated from college, Truth started up a small clothing store and Honor went with her.
She was just as good at sewing as Truth was, since their grandma taught them both to sew when Honor was in the hospital and at home a lot.
And while it wasn’t Honor’s passion, she would do all she could to support Truth in her work. She did the books and worked the front desk for Truth.
Truth would work in the back, sewing and making custom clothes like the customers wanted and Honor was beyond proud of her sister.
Their small shop had only been open for a few months, but they had a long list of customers after a local celebrity found their shop and promoted them without them knowing.
Honor once asked one of the customers that were in the shop how they found them and they told her about an Instagram Influencer that had bought some of the clothes from their shop and had worn them in a few of her posts.
A lot of the women asked her where she found them and she told them and that was that.
Honor looked her up and sure enough, there she was, wearing the clothes that Truth had made and at the end of the posts, she would share their shop name.
When Jillian Marshall came in one day, both the girls hugged her and they thanked her.
They talked for hours while Jillian told them about her job and how she tried to help the local shops.
