Sisters in Bloom (Love in Bloom: Snow Sisters #2), Contemporary Romance by Melissa Foster Page B
Authors: Melissa Foster
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noticed, and singing breathed new life into her every time she stepped on stage. Without the lights shining on her, without the roar of the crowd when she hit those high notes, or the leers from men when they thought their girlfriends weren’t looking, she was left being just another average girl. She had to be more than average. Danica wasn’t average, and she’d be damned if she’d be anything less.
She pulled the crumpled papers out of the trash can, flattened them out, and looked over the ridiculous lyrics. It made her sick to her stomach to realize that she wasn’t capable of doing what Chaz thought she could so easily do.
Kaylie read over the lyrics again and again, hoping she’d see something worth saving, some hint of excellence. Crap. They were all crap. She sucked at writing. She’d never find anything else to do with her life. If she couldn’t sing, she might as well work in a record store, or a restaurant. None of it mattered. If she couldn’t sing—and she clearly couldn’t write songs—she didn’t care what she did.
She turned the radio on low to clear her head, and then she went into the kitchen and quietly poured herself a bowl of cereal. If she couldn’t sing, and she couldn’t write, she might as well eat. She hummed along with the music, being careful not to be too loud, although she was pretty sure that the girls were down for the count. They’d had more than their share of drinks. Before she knew it, she was dancing to Taylor Swift’s, “I knew You Were Trouble.” Suddenly, she stopped midspin, in the center of the kitchen, with her cereal growing soggier by the second.
“That’s all wrong,” she whispered to the empty room. “It’s not all him .”
She headed back into the den, snagged a piece of fresh paper and a pencil from Danica’s desk as she sank into Danica’s chair, and then she began to write.
Chapter Fifteen
Danica’s cell phone rang, and she hoped it was Kaylie. Kaylie had still been sleeping when she’d left for the youth center, and the other girls all had somewhere they needed to be, so they left a note on the counter for her and locked the condo on their way out. She’d already tried Kaylie’s cell phone three times, and every call had gone to voicemail. She looked at the phone. Mom . Danica realized that her heart wasn’t racing at the sight of her mother’s phone number. She wondered what had changed, and the therapist in her provided the answer. Mom’s finally happy . You don’t have to feel guilty for moving on with your life anymore .
“Hi, Mom.” Danica hadn’t realized how much she’d avoided her mother after her parents’ separation. She’d still seen her and talked with her every few weeks, but the weight of her mother’s unhappiness had weighed heavily on Danica every time she’d heard her mother’s voice. The guilt she’d carried since she graduated from college, for striking out on her own rather than going home to help her mother heal, dissipated with her mother’s new lease on life.
“Hi, honey. I’ve been trying to reach Kaylie, but she’s not answering her phone. I know it’s hopeful—and even presumptive—but I thought after meeting for lunch that we might try to stay connected.”
Danica heard the strain in her voice, and she was quick to clear up the confusion. “She probably has her phone turned off.”
“Do you think everything’s okay?”
Here comes that stress again . Danica hated being in between Kaylie and her mother, and it seemed like every time she turned around, one of them was asking Danica’s opinion about their relationship. “Yes, Mom. She’s just having a hard time with work and all. The girls and I took her out last night, and she stayed at my place.” Sally appeared in her doorway and Danica held up one finger. “She’ll be fine. She just needs a day to get her head together.”
“I hope so. You know, she was so upset with me for staying with your father, I mean, once she realized
She pulled the crumpled papers out of the trash can, flattened them out, and looked over the ridiculous lyrics. It made her sick to her stomach to realize that she wasn’t capable of doing what Chaz thought she could so easily do.
Kaylie read over the lyrics again and again, hoping she’d see something worth saving, some hint of excellence. Crap. They were all crap. She sucked at writing. She’d never find anything else to do with her life. If she couldn’t sing, she might as well work in a record store, or a restaurant. None of it mattered. If she couldn’t sing—and she clearly couldn’t write songs—she didn’t care what she did.
She turned the radio on low to clear her head, and then she went into the kitchen and quietly poured herself a bowl of cereal. If she couldn’t sing, and she couldn’t write, she might as well eat. She hummed along with the music, being careful not to be too loud, although she was pretty sure that the girls were down for the count. They’d had more than their share of drinks. Before she knew it, she was dancing to Taylor Swift’s, “I knew You Were Trouble.” Suddenly, she stopped midspin, in the center of the kitchen, with her cereal growing soggier by the second.
“That’s all wrong,” she whispered to the empty room. “It’s not all him .”
She headed back into the den, snagged a piece of fresh paper and a pencil from Danica’s desk as she sank into Danica’s chair, and then she began to write.
Chapter Fifteen
Danica’s cell phone rang, and she hoped it was Kaylie. Kaylie had still been sleeping when she’d left for the youth center, and the other girls all had somewhere they needed to be, so they left a note on the counter for her and locked the condo on their way out. She’d already tried Kaylie’s cell phone three times, and every call had gone to voicemail. She looked at the phone. Mom . Danica realized that her heart wasn’t racing at the sight of her mother’s phone number. She wondered what had changed, and the therapist in her provided the answer. Mom’s finally happy . You don’t have to feel guilty for moving on with your life anymore .
“Hi, Mom.” Danica hadn’t realized how much she’d avoided her mother after her parents’ separation. She’d still seen her and talked with her every few weeks, but the weight of her mother’s unhappiness had weighed heavily on Danica every time she’d heard her mother’s voice. The guilt she’d carried since she graduated from college, for striking out on her own rather than going home to help her mother heal, dissipated with her mother’s new lease on life.
“Hi, honey. I’ve been trying to reach Kaylie, but she’s not answering her phone. I know it’s hopeful—and even presumptive—but I thought after meeting for lunch that we might try to stay connected.”
Danica heard the strain in her voice, and she was quick to clear up the confusion. “She probably has her phone turned off.”
“Do you think everything’s okay?”
Here comes that stress again . Danica hated being in between Kaylie and her mother, and it seemed like every time she turned around, one of them was asking Danica’s opinion about their relationship. “Yes, Mom. She’s just having a hard time with work and all. The girls and I took her out last night, and she stayed at my place.” Sally appeared in her doorway and Danica held up one finger. “She’ll be fine. She just needs a day to get her head together.”
“I hope so. You know, she was so upset with me for staying with your father, I mean, once she realized
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