This chapter is dedicated to GorgeousSmile cause she's such a good writer and she added me to her author alerts. hugs Anyway, I know this chapter's short, but it's intended to be. Can anyone catch the little hint about what's going on between Maureen and Mick? I promise the next chapter will be longer. Enjoy!
-Serendipity Kat
Doubts
Maureen looked herself over in the mirror. Large green eyes stared back at her framed by a few tendrils of brown hair. The rest was pulled up into a simple twist. Her dress was the color of emeralds which accentuated her eyes and her shoes were black. She wandered over to the bed and picked up her black evening coat in a gloved hand, jewels glittering. She felt excited at the prospect of spending an evening out with a handsome man. It had been a while since she'd been out for anything other than business. "This was really sweet of Mick." She mused to herself. "He's a sweetheart." Mick was always so good to her.
Like Mark was.
She looked up startled. Where had that thought come from? She hadn't thought of Mark; or anyone from her old group in years.
Mark was always there to do my bidding. And I was there for his. Only not as much.
It was as if that one thought was the key to her memory bank. Mimi and her outrageous spirit, Roger and his lovable assiness, Collins and his ability to be a brother to her, Benny with his unfailing motivation, and Mark with his sweetness. It all came back to her in waves of both pain and delight as if she was watching one of Mark's many films. Would she see them again? Would they all be here? Mimi was doing badly when she left and she had no idea about Collins or even Roger. Were they still living in the same loft? And what about Benny? She had no doubt that he had managed to escape and was probably living in the upper crust of society as she was.
"Maureen?"
She looked at the door, startled out of her thoughts. "I'm coming, Mick." She called. Slowly she stood up and grabbed her evening coat. She looked once more in the mirror. "I made the right choice. I'm happy." She whispered. But somewhere, in the dark recesses of her mind, she began, for the first time in many years, to question her decision. Was she really doing the right thing? She's soon find out.