When We Meet Again

Chapter 2 | Midnight Ministrations

"Lee, get up honey. Look at this dress and tell me how it is." I heard my mom shout as I lifted my pillow off my head, groggily. My mom was a fashion designer and loved to design her and not to mention our wardrobes.

She also loved stitching clothes for us.

I looked at my alarm clock.

"Mom it's four a.m in the morning! That's not the time a person usually wants to wake up," I groaned sleepily.

"So much for me staying up all night, trying to get this dress ready. The audience is already jeering." sighed my mother.

"No mom it's really pretty." I yawned.

Getting up I gave the dress a once over. It was really pretty. It had a white bodice and the rest was a deep hot pink that was pleated and went up to her knees. My mom had done her blonde hair in a messy up-do and her glasses perched on her nose. She stood there giving me her best poker face.

"It's lovely." I corrected. "That dress mixed with your amazing looks, you might just win the Miss Universe title." I confirmed.

I giggled. "Only, it can't be miss now can it."

"I know, I look hot right?" she laughed.

I rolled my eyes but  smiled. "Yes mom very hot."

"I can't wait for tomorrow's fashion exhibit. Bella and I are having Alexandra Jacobs, Lee!!" she screamed twirling around like a little girl who just got what she's always wanted. I smiled.

The New York Times Fashion critic was coming. This was really good for my mom's business. Aarabella and my mom owned a fashion boutique called 'Lenge'. I loved all the clothes they sold, they were simply fantastic.

I once wore a pretty dress that my mom and Bella designed, for a birthday party of a girl in my grade. Her name was Lacey Jackson. As soon as I entered everyone kept staring at me. Especially the girls. The most famous girl in year seven, Jessica Simpson who hated my guts, came up to me in pure amazement and asked me, "Oh My God. Is that a LENGE?" when I nodded she snorted. "Where'd you get that from? Stole it?"

I felt anger coursing through my veins. I had once gone to a shop with a friend who, I didn't know very well. She stole some sweets just because she didn't have enough money with her.

Word spread that the both of us was in on it, and I was blamed too. I was sent for almost a month of counselling which I hadn't needed at all. And now, I was branded as a thief.

"No, for your Information Jessica, My Mother owns it along with Aarabella Peterson." I said through gritted teeth.

Her eyes widened in horror. "No freaking way your mother is Hillary Thompson!" she squealed. I nodded, shocked that it slipped out.

After that day I was pretty famous in junior high. I didn't like the attention. Especially since it most of it was from Jessica and her cronies.

When I went to high school, I kept a low profile. So no one knows who I really am. Only Sharon and Tasha knew.

"What I can't wait for, my dear Hailey, is to design your prom dress. It's going to be PERFECT. You'll be prom queen for sure." She said dreamily.

"I'm not going to prom, mom." I stated.

She stared at me like I'd just grown three heads. She cleared her throat.

"Hailey Thompson, are you or are you not a part of the female species?" she asked.

"I am.." I said carefully, not completely sure of where this was going.

"Then my dear, you will go to the ball." She said waving her hand in front of her.