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Chapter-21: Trinket

Word Prompt:Trinket

A single word meant to inspire immediate thought. Write what your imagination dictates.

~*~*~*DreamWeaver*~*~*~

"Are you sure she's into drags now?" Ben asks me again.

I give him an exasperated look. "Dude! Why would any guy wear a feather boa if he isn't a drag?"

He opens his mouth to offer some explanation when I add, "And it was fucking pink, man! What else can that mean?"

Ben blinks and then agrees with a shrug. "Well, whatever floats her boat, I guess? If a pink feather boa wearing drag makes her happy then so be it, you know?"

I nod. "Yeah, I guess that fucktard put her off men … sort of," I say, once again condemning Royce Asshole King to the deepest pits of hell for hurting my sister.

He stands up from his seat and starts gathering his papers before he stops. A grin stretches on his face as he says, "I completely forgot to tell you, Whit's coming."

"Whit? Our Whit?" I ask, needing clarification.

"Yep. Jasper Whitlock—the one and only."

A ridiculous smile takes over my face at the thought of seeing my old college roommate and other best friend. "When?"

"Thursday. We've got to go out for drinks on Friday after work," Ben tells me.

Nodding, I reply, "As long as it's not a gay bar, I'm in."

~*~*~*DreamWeaver*~*~*~

I'm halfway through the blueprints I need to go through today when there's a knock on my door.

"Come in."

It opens, and Rosalie walks in with a smile on her face. "How's your day going, little brother?"

Her greeting makes me narrow my eyes at her. "You seem to be in a better mood."

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," she says, holding up a Tiffany's blue box. "I just found a trinket."

Offering her a confused nod, I say, "Good for you."

"Until I opened the card that came with it, I thought so too. As it turns out, I was wrong. This isn't for me. It's for you."

I watch in horror as she opens the box, and shows me a gold fucking bracelet with the words 'My Froggy' inscribed on them.

"What the fuck?"

With a smirk, she holds out a card for me to see, and what I read makes my blood boil in anger.

My dearest Froggy Eddie,

This is a reminder that you'll be my prince one day.

Your Tanya.

"Fucking delusional bitch!" I let out a groan. "Why can't she take a hint?"

Rose lays an understanding hand on my shoulder as she says something I never expected to hear from her, "I can take care of her for you, brother. If you want."

The twinkle of mischief in her eyes makes me smile. She's becoming her older self more and more with time. "Gladly," I respond.

Maybe the Drag Queen is helping her.

Closing my files, I stand up. I need something to take the disgusting bracelet off my mind. I need something that makes me smile. I need my Bella time.

A/N: Does anyone else think the Drag Queen is helping Rose?

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We'll have our Bella Time tomorrow as well. So, see you tomorrow.

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Take care.

Ann