PROM-POSAL (HEARTSTRINGS DATING AGENCY) BY CHASHIREE M., M.K. MOORE EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: CHASHIREE M., M.K. MOORE
- Language: English
- Genre: Contemporary romance
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Two Weeks Before Prom
Another day of hiding my belly that literally grew overnight. One day, I was
wearing my normal clothes, with my midriff showing wearing tight shorts,
since this is Savannah with not a care in the world, even through my first
trimester. Hell, I was starting to think it was all one big bad dream if not for
the ultrasound pics I got at the women’s clinic last month confirming what I
already knew. Then, one night, I went to bed and woke up with a stomach
the size of a bell pepper and definitely not one I can walk around in a halter
top with. So, I bought a crap ton of short overalls and like loose-fitting
coverups and long skirts.
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I walk down the stairs to hear my mom making herself a smoothie, and I
roll my eyes because I know what is coming next. “Good morning, my only
child. I see we are still in a rut, huh?” I pick up an orange and toss it in my
backpack. “Seriously, Gwennie, what is going on with your clothes?” It is
like a broken record now and it is making me annoyed. Come to think of it,
everything is making me annoyed.
“I’m exhausted.” That is not a lie. “Between last tests, finals, getting
ready for graduation, deciding between colleges,” losing my best friend and
soulmate, I keep that to myself even though she knows, “I don’t feel like
dressing up.”
“Do you want to talk about it, baby girl?” She walks over to me and
holds her arms open. Only because I need it right now, I hug her very
awkwardly, keeping the lower half of me from her body, but I wrap my
arms around her all the same.
“No, Mom. I appreciate it, but I am okay.”
“I understand. We should go shopping for your prom dress.” And there
it is. I pull back from her, pissed off that once again, I let myself get
snowed. I know she means well; if circumstances were different, I would be
all gung-ho. But now, it just pisses me off to think about it.
“Mom, I told you I am not going.”
“I know you said it, but I figured it was just a knee-jerk reaction to
breaking up Hunter. You have to go to prom.” She looks on the verge of
tears, and hell, so am I. “This is your final year. This is my chance to shop
with you, pick out your dress, take pictures.” Then, all of a sudden, she
stops talking and looks at me like she figured out something. “I know. I am
going to match you.”
She begins clapping her hands, completely oblivious
to the fact that I am mortified. “It’s the perfect idea,” she says. Did I
mention my mother is a famous matchmaker? She is the top in the U.S.
Celebrities come to her to find love or even just compatible dates. The most
impressive thing is that she does it all through a short questionnaire and a
conversation with the candidates. It is quite amazing, actually, except now
when she is trying to do it to me.
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