Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Maddy ~ ~
"Greeeaat."
I muttered under my breath, sitting on the floor, still wrapped in my towel with my mouth hanging open, rummaging through the clothes that Riley Jo had brought over yesterday, although I had to use the word clothes loosely.
She'd dropped off two suitcases. The smaller one being an Aladdin's cave of stuff, like a hairdryer, some makeup and beauty essentials and array of pumps as our shoe size was the only physical likeness we shared.
The other case was a mobile lingerie shop with a few pairs of shorts that barely covered my ass and tank-tops and vests that clung to me like a second skin.
What the hell had she been thinking?
Holding up one lacy number. It was a stretch lace all in one teddy in red, with the labels still attached.
I dropped it to one side and picked up another. A baby-doll in white satin.
Taking a deep breath, sure my cheeks were crimson. I pinked up another three. Sure, they were all beautiful. But you needed a figure like Riley Jo's to carry them off.
My eyes spotted some packaging. I sighed. Thankfully, she'd thrown in some new girl's briefs. I guess that was something. I just lacked bra's which none of Riley-Jo would have fitted me, anyway.
Moving the rest of underwear to one side, a smile lifted when I spotted a pair of shorts that I could be seen out in public in and t-shirt and a one thin cardigan that would cover my arms.
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least that was something. I'd hated Jackson's reaction when he'd seen my bruises and I didn't want other people to see them or pity me.
Quickly dressing, I walked back into the small bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair.
Ugh. I rolled my eyes as my reflection spelled out how different I looked. How could I visit Nana Em in the hospital looking like this?
I picked up my phone and fired off a quick message to my sister.
You couldn't find one dress in that huge walk-in wardrobe of yours? 🤷🏼♀️
It took all of ten seconds for her to fire one back.
Oops 😘it read. I could almost hear her giggling. Another came through just as quick.
Beggars can't be choosers... and I'm sure the twins can't help you choose! 😜
Oh, she was loving this.
But she wasn't wrong about beggars. I had little choice with my current financial situation. So that ruled out shopping. And there was no way I was going back to Cooper's.
Brushing my hair with one of my sister's hairbrushes, I plucked the hairband from my wrist and pulled my hair into a high ponytail.
I had another idea. My parents' house. I had clothes in my old room. Could I sneak in?
