Chapter 25 (Kylie)


    Kevin is well, Kevin, we all know my boy is never going to give me grand-kids unless it is from one of


    those bimbos living in the clubhouse and Jace and Victoria still got years in high school. The only one I


    can think of settling down and giving me something to look forward to is you Kylie.”


    “I''m neen mama,” I say it like my age is the holy grail.


    Which in my case I am sure it is, because I wouldn''t put it pass Hunter Orniel to try and set me up.


    Lord knows the Texan born women never can help themselves. It''s like a born birthright or something


    knocked into them from a young age. My mama has a good brain, but my papa and Hector always say


    that you can take the boots off a country girl but her upbringing ain’t never getting cured. True to word.


    “Yes, but at neen turning twenty soon, you can still have a boyfriend Kylie not some bad biker who


    wears a frown on his face twenty four seven, or that Kent boy, oh gosh Kylie I''m sure there is some


    nice good Christian boy that you know, anyone of interest? If you need help I know at least a dozen


    and one, single bachelors who will be more than willing to date my daughter...”


    Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    “Mama, YOU are acting as if I am a forty-year-old virgin, I assure you I''m neither.”


    I switch on the electric mixer earning me a minute of silence while I beat the dressing that has been


    done ten minutes ago but I just can’t give my mama my full attention and remain sane, especially when


    we are talking about my nonexistent love life.


    It isn’t the first time it crosses my mind of what she would say if I told her about my obsession with


    Vincent. It isn''t getting easier. I need to let go, I am not sure why I keep holding on so tight.


    She will probably lecture me on sanity and some other jumbo if she knew how crazy my thoughts ran


    when it came to him. Then rub that damn forehead of hers with the back of her hand saying how


    stressful her life is.


    I roll my eyes as I switch off the beater. Thank god Vincent isn''ting tonight as I did invite myself a


    hot date forpany, no point in being alone Christmas night.


    Only it wasn''t any Christian boy, biker guy. Nah, my date is certainly a show stopper. And Vincent was


    not, is not ruining it for me.


    “I''m done with the sd dressing,” I mumble.


    “Okay, okay don’t go all soft on me Kylie, all I''m saying honey, it isn''t so bad to just settle on down with


    one guy at a time rather than keeping your options open.”


    “Mama, enough,” Rae says as I groan at the same time.


    “Can''t me me for trying,” She says to both of us in a loud exasperated tone, that has me feeling like


    shit.


    “And you can''t me me for not being interested.”


    I walk up to my mama and kiss her on her cheek. Inhaling the lily scent of hers that I will always find


    “Need to check on Diamond and David before they destroy the entire house,” I say in an attempt of


    parting from this kitchen, more like running away from mama


    “How is she liking New York?” Mama asks, genuinely caring for my friend.


    “Seems to be going good, David still has his manhood, apart from a few extra grays he seems to be


    sane. But then I can''t promise that will still be the casee next year. Michael hasn''tined, in


    fact justst week he said that she helped him save seven minutes..”


    “It was eight minutes and seven seconds.” Diamonds corrects me as she walks into the kitchen,


    startling mama with a big kiss on her cheek.


    And earning a giggle from Rae who is still chopping away at the peaches.


    I thought of telling her to blend the darn things but it is more fun watching my little belle queen sister get


    dirty in the brown wrap vintage dress she is wearing. And standing on those four thousand dor white


    and gold buckled three-inch heel shoes mama bought for her to match. Those always pinch at the


    back. Pricey doesn''t always meanfort.


    I opted for a tfortable ck pump, and navy blue shift dress with a Chinese cor that is


    understated yet still screams Christmas dinner at the Stones.


    Diamond looks stunning in the peach crisscross top and re skirt mama purchased for herst month


    at a runway show in TOKYO.


    I got her a white pump to match my ck one. Her hair is open and flowing down her back in a gown of


    golden waves.


    Her eyes sparkling with knowledge and vibrancy I have recently taken notice of since the relocation to


    New York.


    But mama, my mama looks breathtaking in her Vera Wang bottle Green ited dress that res into a


    knee-length skirt showing off her four-inch Christmas shoes she bought also from the Tokyo


    show.