The Substitute

Anabella's POV: "Of course dear, she will be there on time." I couldn't help but role my eyes to earn glares from mom .She giggled at some of his clinche pick up lines , typical Anny Walker . " okay Jackson, see you later " after bidding goodbye , my mom give me a death glare for making her attend the call. "Anna he was desperate to talk to you and why did you make me attend the call " she snached remote from my hand for ignoring her question. "MOM" I yelled out , why is she so childish "Answer me first " she demanded like a preschool teacher. " because you where the one who promised him to be there not me " I said while munching the rest of the cookies she made for herself. She took rest of the cookies from my plate and stand in front of the T V "Mom, I'm not gonna attend that freaking party specially with that jerk" Long story short, my mom evasdropped the conversation between us and promised Jackson, my so-called business partner, that I'll be his date for his parents anniversary. Anabella Milly Walker, if you don't get your lazy ass up, you will be staying out for rest of the day " I groaned in frustration, mom would occasionally use swear words and my full name and if she use, that means we are on the icy ground. " I think I don't have an option " I realised an exhausted sigh.The only way to blow off steam is by taking a nice shower. " and get read we are going out for shopping " " and may I know the reason for it your highness ? " why is she so expensive. " Young lady you better change the attitude of yours" she said in a warning tone. " mom of you forget,let me remind you I do have wardrobe full of cloths" I said with gritting teeth. " exactly honey cloths, which are not suitable for parties" " but - " no more buts you are coming with me end of the story " with that she took her coat and rushed to the exit. TWO HOURS LATER ​" how about this sweetie " not again, it's the eighth dress she is asking me to try. " it's too short " I said while eyeing the short mustard yellow frock.Revealing dress ain't my cup of tea. Not because of insecurity, I don't wanna gain unwanted attention from hungry wolf's and my curvy body doesn't easen the situation. " Miss, what kind of dress do you prefer" a red headed sales Rep asked mom with a smile plastered in her face. " something elegant, classy yet sexy for my princess" typical Anny Walker. She used to wear expensive luxurious cloths when she was with my dad, her ex-husband but things changed and now expensive cloths are just in our dream. I nudged her to remind her that we are broken billionaires but who am I joking Before I could make a remark for her expensive word redhead took her to the second floor which have costly cloths. Is she insane or suffering from amnesia, we are no longer the powerful rich Millers who can buy this whole store with the snap of a finger. Thanks to my dad's mistress Elly Browns , who manipulated him and make false accusations on my mom. Without thinking twice mom left the house when me and my twin Isabella was nine. After divorce she approached the court for the custodial right, I was more than happy to leave the mansion, unlike my twin who couldn't spend a minute without luxurious stuffs. As Elly and I wasn't on the best of terms and the rebellious between the twins, dad gave my full custodial right to mom. Isabella had a choice to select any one of them and she chose dad over mom. It's been thirteen years, I haven't seen neither my sister no my dad for the past thirteen years. Neither one of use tried to contact each other but we can see how the Miller family have grown for the past years. " Anna, you would definitely love this" My train of thought were interrupted by mom's exited voice. I turned to her direction to see an offsholder golden champagne sequinted A line dress, the only word to describe it is elegant yet classy.  "it's only $ 225 Us dollar Miss " the redheaded said in a professional tone ,which almost give me a heart attack, is she kidding me. I would rather buy a wardrobe full of cloths with this amount. "Sorry to - " alright, here is the card and don't forget to select accessories for the dress Miss George " what the actual heck is happening her, before I could ask what is she actually planning to do I noticed the card and it clicks me.  It's Jackson's credit card. "Mom, how did you get Jackson's card?" I asked with gritting teeth.  She gave me sheepish smile and said " Cupcake he handed it to me yesterday,if any emergency "  Does he really want to humiliate me , I might be a broken one but not a gold digger. " excuse me, could you please use this card instead of that " I pointed to the card mom handed to the redhead, who I assumed to be Miss George . " Sure Miss " and here goes my saving for new car.All thanks to my mom for selecting such an expensive dress . I'm officially a broken bakery owner.