OCTOBER

Ms. Bad Underwear

Oct 14, 2016 Part 3

Weight: 118

Ate: nothing

Drank: nothing but will get coffee soon… yum

Sex: maybe later

I ‘fixed’ my makeup for about thirty seconds but then returned to Peter’s closet.

The dress from earlier wasn’t anyone’s.

I needed to know. So I held my breathe and returned once I finished breakfast but I told Victoria I needed to put my makeup on for our big day.

However my insides trembled that there was more to the story with the ugly dress.

My skin had tingles everywhere as I opened a few more drawers. However I stopped in the second drawer from the top.

I picked up polyester briefs. Whose nude colored underwear was this?

My heart pumped in my ears but I froze.

Footsteps echoed outside the door and then someone knocked. I slammed the door closed, rushed out and grabbed my black skirt from the closet.

Victoria popped her head in with her blonde hair in a ponytail as she blinked and asked me, “Are you almost ready?”

I still held the cheap underwear in my hands. I held out my skirt and shook it in the air as I said, “A few minutes. I’m just changing.”

“You look fine.” Vicki immediately said.

I went back into the closet and tossed the underwear back where I found it.

I’d find whoever was out to ruin my life.

I swear it. However I ignored how I shook as I said, “I need to wear a skirt or dress in public. It’s in my contract with my agent.”

This time I pulled on the skirt and said, “But he doesn’t pay you.”

I paused and took a few deep breathes. Victoria must never see me upset. Hopefully I was fine as I finished with the skirt and walked out. I smiled to head to my makeup bag and said, “We’re working on getting me movie deals.”

Vicki turned and followed me as she asked, “No more TV?”

I picked up my mascara and stared in the mirror but stopped fast. I blushed. I put the mascara down and took out my powder to fix this as I said, “TV pays well, but I want to be a household name.”

Vicki leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. “So you and my brother?”

I held the brush in my hand and stared at my skin, avoiding her gaze in the mirror as I said, “We’re just friends Vicki.”

“Then why are you red?” She asked and stepped back.

Drat. Caught. I needed to think on my feet. I sucked in my bottom lip as I finished with the powder, to make the color fade fast as I said, “I’m not.”

Vicki plopped on the edge of the bed and laughed as she said, “You’re angry.”

None of this was something we could discuss, ever. I’ll figure out Ms. Bad Underwear and ensure that she never interrupted my plans. One day Peter would realized he loved me this whole time. I needed that, so I shook my head and turned toward her as I said, “I’m… I’m fine.”

I left the bathroom and took my black high heels, and put them on my feet.

Vicki stood and asked, “If my brother…”

“Peter made me no promises to break Vicki. And I’ll figure everything out.” I said and motioned toward the door.

Reconnecting with Vicki today was good. I needed friends, but I also know when push comes to shove, the Morgan family will stick together. And until I was truly one of them, I’d keep my mouth about Ms. Bad Underwear to myself and then take care of it. I absolutely refuse to ever lose him, not not, not when I’m so close.

 

 

The House of Morgan