always feels good to have you girls home.”
“I know,” Olivia said. Over on the counter, Mrs. Jackson had cooked a bowl of turkey bacon and Olivia quickly grabbed a piece then ate it. “I’m starving.”
“I can tell,” Mrs. Jackson said with a light chuckle. “How have you been?” She asked while putting the plates of food on the dining room table. Eating at home always felt like Thanksgiving to them, because whatever their mom cooked, she always had it nicely arranged in different plates or bowls lined in the middle of their dinette table for them to dig in and eat. Olivia helped by carrying the bacon and the homemade biscuits to the table. Mrs. Jackson had the grits and eggs which were both in large glass bowls. Then she made her way back to the kitchen to get the dish that contained the blueberry pancakes.
“I’ve been good.” She responded to Mrs. Jackson’s question, but inside she was far from good.
Mrs. Jackson looked her way with a warm smile. “Are you sure?”
“Yes mom, quit prying.”
“Okay, Okay,” she repeated not wanting to pressure her. “Well, go get your dad and your sister so we can all sit down and have a nice, long awaited breakfast together.”
Ten minutes later, they were all seated to the table and had started eating their breakfast. Mr. Jackson always sat at the head of the table with Mrs. Jackson at the other end and Zoe and Olivia always sat in the middle, but across from each other. To Olivia, it felt good to be surrounded by her family at that moment. She’d had so much going on that she didn’t know what to do with herself. Mark had certainly caught her off guard with his phone call, pretending that he cared so much about her. And, Zay was laid up in the hospital due to a bullet wound that came from her sneaking around and getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Mrs. Jackson looked over at her baby girl. She loved Zoe with all of heart, but nothing would please her more than to have her daughter move back to Augusta. “How has the boutique been?” Mrs. Jackson asked her.
“It’s been doing great,” Zoe responded. “We got in some new items just last week and they’ve sold out already. I had to make a new order a couple of days ago to restock.”
Mrs. Jackson smiled while she drank her orange juice. “That’s good,” she sincerely said. “I need to visit again soon. Maybe I can help you out with a little decorating to really get your boutique on a more sophisticated, upscale level.”
“Mom, it’s already as nice as I can get it so far. I’ve added more touches since the last time you were there, but you know I’ll listen to any ideas that you may have.”
Mrs. Jackson sat her orange juice down then picked up her fork to eat. “Well, that’s the least I can do since you won’t let me or your father help you out financially.”
“Mom, that’s because I want to do this on my own and prove to you and dad that I can do this. I know that I’ve started some projects and never finished, but I actually love what I do now. I love fashion and urban wear. I love doing fittings and I’ve even sewn a few pieces of my own that always sell quickly off the racks.”
“That’s great, Zoe.” Olivia chimed in. “You were always good with hooking up some trendy outfits back in the days for us.”
“I know,” Zoe laughed. “You loved that lil short denim skirt I made for you out of a pair of jeans.”
Mrs. Jackson frowned and then with a playful tone she said, “What skirt?”
Zoe laughed a little. “Never mind, mom.”
“Yes, please don’t get her started.” Olivia stated.
“I’m not going to start anything,” Mrs. Jackson responded then decided to change the conversation. “Baby girl, have you met someone new while you’ve been in Atlanta?” Zoe instantly blushed at just the thought of Dillon and the incredible night they’d spent together at the hotel. “What is that look about?”
“I don’t know,” Zoe shamefully
“I know,” Olivia said. Over on the counter, Mrs. Jackson had cooked a bowl of turkey bacon and Olivia quickly grabbed a piece then ate it. “I’m starving.”
“I can tell,” Mrs. Jackson said with a light chuckle. “How have you been?” She asked while putting the plates of food on the dining room table. Eating at home always felt like Thanksgiving to them, because whatever their mom cooked, she always had it nicely arranged in different plates or bowls lined in the middle of their dinette table for them to dig in and eat. Olivia helped by carrying the bacon and the homemade biscuits to the table. Mrs. Jackson had the grits and eggs which were both in large glass bowls. Then she made her way back to the kitchen to get the dish that contained the blueberry pancakes.
“I’ve been good.” She responded to Mrs. Jackson’s question, but inside she was far from good.
Mrs. Jackson looked her way with a warm smile. “Are you sure?”
“Yes mom, quit prying.”
“Okay, Okay,” she repeated not wanting to pressure her. “Well, go get your dad and your sister so we can all sit down and have a nice, long awaited breakfast together.”
Ten minutes later, they were all seated to the table and had started eating their breakfast. Mr. Jackson always sat at the head of the table with Mrs. Jackson at the other end and Zoe and Olivia always sat in the middle, but across from each other. To Olivia, it felt good to be surrounded by her family at that moment. She’d had so much going on that she didn’t know what to do with herself. Mark had certainly caught her off guard with his phone call, pretending that he cared so much about her. And, Zay was laid up in the hospital due to a bullet wound that came from her sneaking around and getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Mrs. Jackson looked over at her baby girl. She loved Zoe with all of heart, but nothing would please her more than to have her daughter move back to Augusta. “How has the boutique been?” Mrs. Jackson asked her.
“It’s been doing great,” Zoe responded. “We got in some new items just last week and they’ve sold out already. I had to make a new order a couple of days ago to restock.”
Mrs. Jackson smiled while she drank her orange juice. “That’s good,” she sincerely said. “I need to visit again soon. Maybe I can help you out with a little decorating to really get your boutique on a more sophisticated, upscale level.”
“Mom, it’s already as nice as I can get it so far. I’ve added more touches since the last time you were there, but you know I’ll listen to any ideas that you may have.”
Mrs. Jackson sat her orange juice down then picked up her fork to eat. “Well, that’s the least I can do since you won’t let me or your father help you out financially.”
“Mom, that’s because I want to do this on my own and prove to you and dad that I can do this. I know that I’ve started some projects and never finished, but I actually love what I do now. I love fashion and urban wear. I love doing fittings and I’ve even sewn a few pieces of my own that always sell quickly off the racks.”
“That’s great, Zoe.” Olivia chimed in. “You were always good with hooking up some trendy outfits back in the days for us.”
“I know,” Zoe laughed. “You loved that lil short denim skirt I made for you out of a pair of jeans.”
Mrs. Jackson frowned and then with a playful tone she said, “What skirt?”
Zoe laughed a little. “Never mind, mom.”
“Yes, please don’t get her started.” Olivia stated.
“I’m not going to start anything,” Mrs. Jackson responded then decided to change the conversation. “Baby girl, have you met someone new while you’ve been in Atlanta?” Zoe instantly blushed at just the thought of Dillon and the incredible night they’d spent together at the hotel. “What is that look about?”
“I don’t know,” Zoe shamefully
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