Annabelle Jackson (On Hold)

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

I walked into the kitchen on Saturday afternoon to find my mum there which was unusual. She would normally be at work, even on a Saturday.

“Hey Anna, I know its short notice but I need you to get ready to go out tonight. Your’ father is having a business Party with an old friend and you need to be there,” she informed me.

“You could have told me earlier mum,” I groaned sitting down at a stool on the counter.

“I know sweetie but I’ve hardly seen you these last few days. You’ve just been so busy. Come on, go upstairs and I will have Miguel come get you ready.” It wasn’t a suggestion, more like a kindly worded order. There was no room for discussion in the manner.

Miguel was the stylist which mum always sent to help me get ready for events. He used to live in Sydney but was relocated to Perth around the same time we had moved. Was it a coincidence? Probably not, but that wasn’t really my concern.

I was lying on my bed staring at the roof when Miguel bounded through the door. He was quite a young man, at the age of 26 and he had far too much energy for my liking. He also knew no boundaries, waltzing through my door as if he owned the place. A bright grin was plastered on his very handsome face, his black hair done to perfection. He wore slacks with dress shoes and a button up black shirt. His eyes were a pale green. I still loved him, even if he was loud; he was practically a part of the family.

 “My Annabelle,” he basically shouted. “I have missed you so much.” He grabbed my face and kissed my cheeks in a polite way and I did the same back.

“I missed you too Mig,” I responded.

“Darling, how many times do I have to ask you not to call me that?” He replied but I could tell by the grin on his face that he loved my nickname for him.

“As much as you want, but I’m still going to call you Mig. Can we start with this make-over, I just want it to be over and done with,” I groaned.

“Of course we can.”

He always was so kind to me. He made me have a shower; a routine we had started with countless times before, then he proceeded to work on my hair. I knew I was in capable hands; Miguel always did an amazing job. When he was finished, he pulled a pale blue silk dress from a hanging bag and handed it over to me.

When I slipped the dress over my head, the first thing I noticed was the amazing way that it felt. It was so soft. The top was a halter that dipped slightly at the front exposing my cleavage a little and the back was bare until it swept down across my bottom and to the floor. It was perfect, but I knew that meant that I was going to have to wear heels with it.

My hair straightened down to my waist but the front parts which would normally frame my face, had been pinned beck in elegant twists to the back of my head. Miguel always did an amazing job, no matter who he was working on.

By the time he was finished it was around five thirty so I made my way downstairs to find mum. She wore a black evening gown with her blonde hair pulled into an elegant bun. She always looked amazing for dad’s events.

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“Remind me what all this is for?” I asked my mother when we pulled up to an oversized mansion.