A small town occupied by an even smaller girl, who was only know as the abused outcast, finds herself in a spiral of emotions and realizations once she meets the neighbor across the street.
But was the change for the better or the worse?
One day s...
"I'm Maxwell, but you can just call me Max." Maxwell, Lauren's best friend, shook my hand and I let him into my grandparents' house. He looked adorably sassy if it was a possible combination. His jet black hair and beard were both styled in such a way that just screamed attitude. His beard was short, but what made it bold was the curvature around the cheeks.
Everyone left for the day to work on our case against my mother. My dad took my grandparents to his office on the weekend so they had the place to themselves. Although my dad wanted me to come with him to work on the case, he was happy to see me getting out of the house for something positive.
"Well aren't you adorable." Maxwell commented as he got a better look at me. He leaned away before circling me to take in my full stature. "Let me further introduce myself. I'm the head cosmologist for Vogue and LMJ Magazine. I'll have you walking out of here like a model, which by the way, you definitely have the figure and face for it."
My jaw dropped when he told me who he was. It explained the Hermes shoes, Gucci belt, and a designer tie that I didn't even recognize. "My um, my room is this way."
"Who does Lauren have you wearing tonight?" Max asked me as he followed me into my room.
"Who am I wearing?" I questioned with furrowed eyebrows.
"The designer, baby doll. That's the who." Max giggled and I nodded my head.
"She handed me off to a worker at a store and told her to find me a dress. Two hours later of trying on dresses, the team I got handed off to agreed on a red one." I explained the best I could given the situation. This was all new to me. I had never even left my house for anything outside of medical needs.
The absolutely stunning red dress came into view and Max looked it up and down while giving an approving nod.
"Ah, Louis Vuitton. I should've known. It's her fave. Red will definitely compliment your skin tone. Let's get your makeup done first, and then I'll get you dressed like you own the place." Max clapped his hands excitedly before sitting me down in the chair I had brought into my room so he could do my makeup and whatever else he may do to me.
God bless my soul.
After two hours, Maxwell was zipping up my dress for me after I got it on by myself as much as I could. I requested to get changed on my own. Not a single part of me was okay with anyone seeing my scars.
"Oh, she told me to put this drip on you too."
Max pulled a long box out of his blazer that he had laid on my bed in fear of getting makeup on it. He handed me the box with a wide smile and I opened it with shaky hands.
"She got you the best of the best. You must be special. She's never done this for anyone, but I didn't tell you that." Max laughed which earned a giggle from me.
My jaw dropped once I saw what was in the box.
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