Unspoken by Liliana Camarena Read Free Book Online

already straightened my hair once I got out of the shower and was worried about the dress and make up. I heard the door bell and ran downstairs to open the door only to find Jackson.
    “Come on in,” I said as I ran back upstairs.
    “Where did the unruly waves go?” he said as I he climbed up the stairs.
    “I’m going to formal at the club,” he scrunched up his nose.
    “Why?” he asked disgusted.
    “Long story. My parents, “I shrugged and he nodded “Help. Which dress,” I said as we both looked at the two options I had out. A green sleeveless dress with a skater skirt that made me look quite good and a navy long sleeved lace dress that was new.
    “The blue one,” he said and I nodded.
    “How was New York?” I asked as I sat in front of my vanity to apply my makeup. I made a mental note to buy more make up before I ran out of it. Redheads have a problem with makeup; our pasty skin doesn’t allow us to wear any kind of makeup because we usually end up looking like we went inside a tanning bed and turned it on the “carrot,” setting. So, someone out there had been merciful enough to create ginger friendly makeup, not the big companies, but still, it was nice to be thought of.
    “Ok,” he didn’t smile. I had a hard time knowing what was on his mind if he didn’t smile; even if it was a fake smile I always knew what that meant.
    “You look tired,” I said as I applied mascara.
    “Not tired, hopeless,” I turned to look at him sitting on the sofa bed he’d gotten around to use several times in the time he had been back.
    “What’s wrong, Jackson?” I finally asked.
    “I hate that my parents still have this grip on me even if they don’t say it or act on it,”
    “Welcome to my world,” I said as I grabbed the dress and was about to take off my robe in front of Jackson “oops,” I said and ran to the bathroom.
    “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Mar,” he said raising his voice and this time I heard a smile in his voice.
    “Eight years Jackson,” I said coming out of the bathroom “It’s been 8 years since you first saw me naked,” I said grabbing a piece of my hair and braiding it passing it over my head to resemble a crown.
    “So?” he grinned.
    “Things change. Bodies get old and fat,” I grabbed my purse, threw in my cell phone, lipstick and a compact. “Are you staying over?”
    “If that’s ok with you,” he said and I nodded.
    “Sure,” I smiled “see you later then.” I played a bit with his hair that was far gone from the stylish look it had that morning.
    “Have fun, Mar,” he said and I just laughed.
     
    “Marion couldn’t you put your hair up for once?” My mother said through gritted teeth. I knew there had to be something wrong with me.
    “I wear my hair up every single day at the bakery, mother,” I knew she’d hate my comment about my job, “I wanted to let it down for a while,” it looked damn good, it wasn’t frizzing or anything!
    “Please, let it go,” my father said as he put his fakest smile ever.
    “Mr. Galloway,” an old man shook my father’s hand. I was already spacing out the moment I heard him say that he already had his vote.
    As the time went by I realized that they only felt the need to introduce me to the people that either they didn’t really know or thought that maybe weren’t decided who they were going to vote for. So I got the hang of it, I shook hands, nodded a lot and never mentioned my work since my mother said “she’s an entrepreneur,” I guess that sounded better than she owns a bakery.
    When my mother pushed me forward in one of her introductions I immediately knew something was up.
    “This is Marion, our daughter,” she said and when I looked up I understood why. There it was a young man, one of the few I must say, maybe in his 30s. He was good looking I had to admit it. He was blond with green eyes and tall. Not as tall as Jackson, because of course I had to compare them, but still