lies lies lies || book three

chapter seven

She woke up to an agitating, irritating noise. The sound of the drums at 10 AM. Burying her head into the couch she let out a loud groan making the drums stop. Followed by a pair of footsteps and a squeaking chair, she felt a poke on her side. Looking up and blankly staring, she saw Morgan with an over enthusiastic expression on his face, "Good morning beautiful".

"Good-"

"I was talking to the baby not you," he joked earning him a slap on the chest as he laughed.

Laney sat up and stretched, "You're in a good mood".

"I was singing some love songs" he sang as he walked away into the kitchen for a coffee.

"Wonder about the who" she said as she walked into the kitchen to cook herself some breakfast. Even though it was only November 10, she had to start planning for Christmas and Thanksgiving if they were really going to host. Cracking an egg in the pan, she began writing down a to-do list in her phone. From decorating to cooking, the house was bound to be chaos.

As if she was her sixth sense, Laney saw her mom's face flash across her screen.

"Hi mom"

"Hi hun how are you doing?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good. Listen, Thanksgiving is coming soon and we were planning on hosting. Are you going to be coming home?"

"Actually... I was just about to call you. I'm hosting this year and Morgan's family and our family can be together. Would you be able to come?"

"Aw Laney you're so grown up now. I'll come two days prior so we can make the turkey, how does that sound? And your father and Penny can come later".

"That sounds good mom," Laney said before feeling a tap on her shoulder.

Morgan grabbed the phone, "I can't wait to see you for the holidays. Any special requests?".

Laney sat down at the dining table to eat before proceeding to scarf food down her throat. Getting up and putting her dish in the sink, she saw Morgan still talking to her mom. So Laney made her way to her painting studio. She hadn't stepped in since renovations.

Walking to the studio door, she saw the mailman leave from the opaque front door and decided to step outside instead. The soft snow was cold on her toes as she ran to the mailbox and back with mail in her hands. This was a bad idea. Shutting the door quickly behind her as she got back in, she began sorting through the mail quickly on the kitchen counter.

Morgan sat on the other side, now off the phone with her mom, and typing away on his phone. There wasn't really any relevant mail but a pale pink envelope caught her eye labeled: Laney. Eyeing the envelope, she immediately tore it open and peeked at the contents inside.

Dear Laney,

A touch of home is exactly what my office needed. I would love to have you paint a live painting at The Met and enjoy the party as well. The theme is Heavenly Bodies

-AW

Laney squealed out of excitement grabbing her phone and immediately calling Mia putting it on speaker. Morgan looked scared from her newfound excitement as she jumped up and down.

"Hello?"

"Mia I got invited to the fucking Met"

"Huh?"

Laney read the letter as the both screamed over the phone about what designer she would pick and what she would wear. After she hung up, Morgan gave Laney a hug, "I'm so proud of you".