Chapter Thirty Two
Christmas time.
A time for family, and friends, celebrating the birth of the son of God.
Jesus Christ Superstar.
I've never been much of a Christian, well, I can't be.
I'm not.
But yes.
Christmas.
We're having a party.
Mum's invited gran.
I'm not sure why, something about bridging the gap. The gap is the size of a black hole, and is bottomless. We're going to need one long bridge. Possibly having to be made out of titanium. If mum wants gran to accept Dad then good luck to her. 'Cause I'm not going to be anywhere near the old crone.
No freaking way.
Not on your nelly.
"Brenna, Danny's downstairs for you." Mum called up the staircase. I groaned, lugging myself down from my room and to the door way, my quilt still around me.
"Hello." I mumbled, rather muffled from the bed covers surrounding the bottom half of my head.
"I have something for you." Danny grinned, handing over a black dry clean bag.
Ooh.
For me?
Why, he shouldn't have.
"You shouldn't have!" I gasped.
"I didn't." he winked and began to walk away.
Very strange man.
"What is it?" Dad asked, trying to pull at the zip once I'd walked back in to the warmth of the house, shutting the front door behind me.
"I don't know yet." I tugged away from his grip, letting my quilt all to the floor before running back up the stairs.
I wonder if its pretty...
And who bought it?
Part Sixty Six
I carefully unzipped the bag. Rather long task actually. What if it's delicate and fragile?
I'd never forgive myself if I tore it.
I grabbed at a piece of flimsy paper hanging out of the now partially open zip.
Unfolding it.
I thought you might like this.
It's not as beautiful as you,
But nothing ever is.
I know you wanted to flaunt it last time.
And you didn't get chance.
Love you.
Doug
xxxxx
Oh my.
I unzipped the whole of it this time.
Not taking in to account my previous worried.
I pulled open the bag.
Oh my.
It's amazing.
It's beautiful.
It's the dress from the premiere.
My dress.
THE dress.
"Well, what is it?" Dad knocked on my bedroom door.
"Just something from Dougie. He spoils me." I yelled back.
"Can I come in?" He asks, popping his head around the door.
I nodded and shove the small piece of paper in to my pocket.
"I know what that would go well with." Dad grinned.
I cocked my head slightly.
I watched as Dad closed and locked my bedroom door before pulling a small box from his pocket.
"I thought it could wait til' the party tonight, but I thought it wouldn't be fair..." He smiled, pulling a small silver chain from the box.
"It's beautiful." I gasped, allowing him to put around my neck.
"I got your mum something a little special too." He fished around in his pocket once more, this time a smaller velvet box was produced. He opened it out on the flat of his palm, waiting for me to gawp in wonder.
"Is that what I think it is?" I asked.
"What do you think it is?" He laughed.
"Are you going to propose?" I squealed.
"Keep your voice down!" He clamped his spare hand over my mouth. "What do you think she'll say?"
"I think she'll faint."