"Bella, I said shower not an entire Miss Congeniality transformation, honey!" The steam surrounded me in the small bathroom. Fog clung to the mirror, blurring my towel-clad reflection.
"Coming!" I yelled back, I was almost ready anyway. Mom was right, I felt so much better now that I stepped underneath the hot water and scrubbed the last couple of days off with my favorite lavender-scented body wash. I couldn't even remember when I last shaved, so the smoothness felt like heaven when I applied my lotion to my legs. I brushed through my slightly knotted, wet hair before slipping into a fresh shirt and some yoga shorts.
"Finally, there you are." Mom rolled her eyes and shoved a glass of white wine into my hands. I eyed it, slight suspicion rising in me when I took in the picture perfect scene in front of me. Mom stood next to the kitchen island, her arm wrapped around her girlfriend's waist, both of their faces sporting smug little smiles.
"So tell me, ladies. When's the wedding?" Sue almost choked on a mouthful of Chardonnay, telling that's probably not why they were acting so strangely.
"Gosh Renée, If only my kids were as fun as your daughter is. She's just so open to just about anything." Sue's son Seth was away in college, doing God knows what while Leah, her eldest, was a married housewife to some hotheaded guy over in Kentucky. She once told me she barely got to see them anymore, maybe at Christmas but even that wasn't set in stone.
"Quit changing the subject, lesbians. Please, I'm doing to know what the hell is going on here." I sat down at the kitchen table, crossing my legs. Sue stepped out of my mom's embrace, her heels clicking rhythmically on the wooden flooring. She walked over to the little table by the door, fumbling in her bag and returned with a folded sheet of paper in her hands.
"What's that? It better not be a damn sonogram, I'm too old to have a little sister." I joked.
"Honey, the only babies entering this house will have to come through your uterus first." I quickly wondered how much wine my mom had consumed. She was funny, but not this witty sober.
"Open it, Bella!"
I unfolded the sheet and frowned. "Why did you print me an email from your corporate account?" I wondered.
"Read the freaking message, miss Impatience." My mom pinched the bridge of her nose dramatically.
As my eyes scanned the page, a smile formed on my face. I couldn't believe it.
"What the actual fuck?" I exclaimed. "No fucking way!" I sat there, mouth gaping out wide with a stupid grin on my face before taking the glass of wine, downing almost half the glass in one go.
"Congrats, sweetheart." Sue winked at me, looking proud. I leaped toward her, throwing my arms around her neck, squeezing her tightly as I continued to chant 'thank you's'.
"I could honestly cry right now, I can't believe you two scheming little sneaky bitches."
"You better ace this interview, Bella." My mom chimed in. "Now, let go of my girlfriend. Go find your own." She joked.
Sue,
You can inform Isabella I would like to invite her for an informal interview. Her resume shows she's not afraid of a bit of work, and she appears to be a quick and eager learner. I trust your good judgment. Send her in tomorrow at one p.m.
Kind Regards,
Ben Cheney
Junior Partner
Clearwater & Mallory Law
