Chapter 3
I avoided work for the next two days. Thankfully Mom didn’t argue with me. She understood it was hard for me to face the life I’d left behind. The life that chewed me up and spit me out. More reporters came into Coming Up Daisies, but Mom said she sent them packing.
By Friday night though, I was getting stir crazy. I needed interaction with other people. Preferably not reporters, but if I was going to leave the house, I was taking my chances.
Instead of eating another dinner with my parents, I poured myself into my favorite black skinny jeans and added a pool blue top. The color made my hazel eyes brighter and the lacy edge accentuated my hips. The low cut neckline helped my cleavage look bigger and gave me the appearance of an hourglass figure.
Although more of a Marilyn Mon
