Tasty Mango: A Billionaire and Single Mom Romantic Comedy by JJ Knight

Author:JJ Knight [Knight, JJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

17

Havannah

Magnolia and Anthony pop in a couple of hours after I settle Rebel with my parents.

“It’s almost time, then?” Dad asks.

“Half an hour,” Anthony says. He smiles at Magnolia.

My sister is transformed. Her hair is spun into an intricate arrangement of curls. She’s wearing a pale blue silk dress I bought in undergrad. It slides along her body like an ocean wave.

I press my hand to my belly. Time for some control-top action.

Mom leaves her seat, Rebel on her shoulder. “Magnolia, what a beauty you are. Your big day will be next!” She cups Magnolia’s chin.

“It’s the stylists. This team is amazing,” Magnolia says. “Even with all the talk shows, I didn’t have someone like this!”

Including me. I did her hair and makeup for much of her tour. I arrange my skirt around my calves, feeling very much the wallflower. This is not my usual mode whatsoever. Having Rebel has changed me in every way possible. I’m not sure how to get my mojo back, although it occasionally makes brief appearances, like last night.

I need to change clothes, fix my face, and up my hair game before the rehearsal dinner. But Mom passes Rebel back to me. “Anthony, sit,” she says. “I’d love a little time with you before the festivities take you away.”

She and Dad engage in a lively talk about the deli business. I stand up. “I guess it’s you and me,” I say to the baby.

I head to the bathroom attached to our room. Magnolia’s bed is piled with clothes, as if she struggled with what to wear. What of mine to wear.

I flip on the light and turn to the mirror. “Bitterness doesn’t look good on you,” I tell myself. Rebel burps on my shoulder in agreement.

The yellow walls of the bathroom reflect color onto my skin that makes me look sickly. I shake my head at myself. “You’re not giving up.”

I head back to my suitcase, rummaging through it with one hand to find my cosmetic bag. I set up a small folding mirror on a table by the window. I need natural light. I line up the foundation, blush, and eye makeup.

“Now, how about you?” I say to Rebel, shifting him to the crook of my arm. He seems content. I can try.

The bucket seat is out in the other room, so I lay him on the middle of the bed, popping a pacifier in. “I need five minutes, okay?”

By the time I’ve sat down, the pacifier has fallen out, but there’s no crying, so I move fast, working with the brushes and sponges to turn my light daytime look into a glam evening face to match Magnolia. No doubt the others will be just as made up.

As I deepen my eye shadow, I glance at Rebel. He’s happily waving his arms, watching the slow turn of the ceiling fan. Love those things. The best babysitter ever.

Now the dress. I swiftly unload the suitcase, looking to see what isn’t creased. Not much. I should have rolled everything up in tissue paper.

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