Carrington City Chronicles: Detective Myra Allen

CHAPTER SEVEN

Myra awakened in her own bed. She was dressed in pajamas and she heard the clanking of pans. She grinned. Her mom was in her house. And she bet money her mom dressed her in long sleeve pj's.

"Oh, you're up I see?" Laura entered the room with a glass of orange juice, replacing the empty glass. She smiled her loving smile at Myra and kissed her on the cheek.

Laura was short and petite also, she wore floral shirts almost all the time, and that day was no different, but her hair. It was pulled into a very tight chignon bun. Myra frowned as she grabbed the glass and Laura dipped around the corner out of eyesight.

"Uhhhh mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Where are you going?"

"To dinner love." Laura came from around the corner with a black dress bag and light brown box. "And so are you."

Myra choked on the juice, noting its acidity and she wiped her mouth, "Excuse me? Mom, I've just gotten home. I'm not in the mood."

Laura gave her a worried look. "Myra, darling, you've been home for a week now." She placed the things on the bed and went back down the hall. "You've gotten a lot of deliveries since then too!"

Myra got out of bed and slowly walked down the hall into her living room only to fine dozens and dozens of white and peach colored roses everywhere. Some were fresh and then some appeared to be days old. Petals were falling from the stems. Myra touched a petal in awe.

"Where did these come from?"

Laura handed her a handful of small cards, one from each delivery.

"I DID NOT FORGET YOU."

They all read the same thing; Myra noticed. She plopped down into her couch and scanned the room taking in multiple the bouquets of roses.

"He sent these? All of these?"

Laura giggled and nodded, "He delivered them himself."

Myra shook her head and Laura laughed even more. "What?" Myra asked.

"I've never seen you smile like that."

Was she smiling? Myra touched her cheek and smiled even bigger. Yes, she was she guessed.

Laura urged Myra to get dressed. That they had been invited to a special dinner, hosted by Killian. He wanted to thank her for all that she had done for him. For his family. For the city.

Myra didn't know how to feel about that, but she went to her bedroom and stood in front of the large dress bag and then glanced over at the light brown box. Louboutin? Myra shook her head and popped the top on the box. She gasped, placing her fingers over her lips, and then she grinned.

The most beautiful pair of red heels covered what appeared to be red spikes of various sizes. She laughed a little louder and hesitantly reached down and touched the shoe and jerked back as if it were really on fire. Looking back to see if her mom had snuck into the room, she hadn't, Myra turned back and picked up the shoe.

"You are stunning." Myra giggled as she whispered to the shoe. Placing it back into the box she reached for the zipper of the black bag and slowly pulled down. Taking a step back, with her hands on her hips she bit her lip, smiling. A satin blood red gown. Almost an ox blood color. Myra didn't want to admit it, but she felt so special in that moment. She had never had such gifts given to her. The shoes, she knew, cost more than every pair of shoes in her closet and the gown? Well, that was a different story. Taking it from the bag Myra held it up, an A-line, floor length satin number. A low neckline. Very low Myra realized. Boob tape, she thought to herself even though it had the little straps she had been well endowed by God with breasts and hips and all she needed tonight was for one of those puppies to slip out and say "hello".