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Chapter 11 – Sunday Silence
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The magenta feels louder than it looked in her bathroom mirror.Minnie steps into the front office of El Camino House with her hoodie tugged halfway over her freshly dyed hair, hoping to fly under the radar. But no such luck. The second she walks through the door, the scent of cinnamon coffee, printer toner, and overdue paperwork hits her—along with the voice that never misses a beat.“Well damn, who gave you a glow-up over the weekend?” calls Lani, her receptionist, spinning her chair halfway around to gawk. “Okay, Punk Barbie. I see you.”Minnie tugs down her hood with a smirk. “Felt like something new.”“New color, new vibe,” Lani says with an approving nod. “Please tell me this is because you finally dropped that cosmic baggage you’ve been carrying since—well, forever. Or at least tell me you got free dessert at that fancy-ass dinner.”Minnie hesitates. “Define dessert.”Lani narrows her eyes. “Okay, so no. Let me guess—Lauren showed up, stirred the pot, and then had the nerve to
Blooming Backwards Chapter 11 – Sunday Silence
Minnie adjusted the hem of her oversized flannel jacket, nervously tugging it lower as she stood at the front door. The black combat boots on her feet were scuffed at the toes, her magenta-dyed curls tucked under a knit beanie she almost didn’t wear—but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to walk into her father’s house without some sort of armor. She already knew what was waiting on the other side: her stepmother’s passive-aggressive glances, her sister’s glossy pity, and her father’s complete lack of noticing anything beyond whatever team was playing on the living room screen.The door creaked open before she could knock.“Oh,” her stepmother, Cassandra, blinked once, letting her eyes travel from Minnie’s boots to the faint smudge of liner under one eye. “You made it.”“Hi.” Minnie forced a smile.“You didn’t… change?”Minnie stepped past her into the foyer. “This is me changed. My usual outfit would’ve had safety pins and a skull patch.”Cassandra made a tight-lipped sound that
Blooming Backwards Chapter 10 – After the Storm
The buzz of conversation had long died down in the main dining room. Only the low hum of jazz from the speakers and the occasional clink of glassware remained. Kevin’s restaurant had officially closed for the night, but the bar stayed open—quiet and dim, reserved for those needing to decompress.Johnny sat at the far end, nursing a neat bourbon, staring into the amber liquid like it might hold the answers he couldn’t seem to find. Dane sat beside him, arms crossed, his drink untouched.“That went to hell fast,” Dane muttered, breaking the silence.Johnny didn’t look up. “She wasn’t supposed to be there. I told Lauren it was a business meeting. She twisted it, like always. And now Minnie—” He ran a hand through his hair, jaw clenched. “She looked at me like I was one of them.”Dane finally took a sip, then winced. “You mean like the people who used her? Yeah, well, you kinda dropped the ball, man. Again.”“Thanks for the support.”Dane shrugged, leaning back against the barstool. “I am
Blooming Backwards Chapter 10: Mimosas, Sea Air, and Sunflowers
The clink of silverware and soft ocean breeze filled the open-air terrace, the morning sun bouncing off the whitewashed walls of the little seaside café. The scent of salt and citrus wafted through the air as Minnie sipped her mimosa, the fizz tickling her nose. A platter of shared appetizers—shrimp ceviche, sweet plantains, and avocado toast with chili oil—was slowly being devoured between her and Kevin.“This is why we’re meant to be forever together,” she’d told him with a half-laugh, pressing a nonsexual, grateful kiss to his cheek.Now, at brunch, he was distracted. Kevin kept glancing at his phone between bites, typing quickly, then locking the screen again.“You good?” she asked at one point, eyeing him over her glass.“Yeah,” he said with a quick smile. “Just… coordinating a surprise.”Before she could ask more, a familiar voice called out.“Minnie!”Rocky, tall and sun-kissed, appeared in a crisp white apron and a gold nose ring catching the sun. He was Kevin’s ex, but they’d
Blooming Backwards Chapter Nine – Smoke, Mirrors, and Misremembered Truths
JohnnyThis was supposed to be a business dinner.A clean, easy night. Talk strategy. Learn more about the woman who made him feel like gravity wasn’t real. Maybe smile a little. Maybe make her smile, too.But then Lauren showed up.Uninvited.“I’m sorry,” Dane muttered under his breath as they stood in the middle of the private dining room, the clink of silverware and quiet jazz no match for the frost now hanging between Johnny and Lauren.“You shouldn’t be here,” Johnny said, jaw tight.Lauren blinked, all fake innocence and glossy lips. “It’s a public place, John. You’re not the only one with taste.”“It’s a private reservation,” he snapped. “This is a business dinner.”She glanced toward the table where Minnie sat, composed but clearly trying not to glare a hole through the linen. “Doesn’t look like business,” Lauren purred. “Unless cocoa butter’s part of your quarterly forecast.”Behind her, Dane cleared his throat too loud and mumbled, “She’s got jokes now.”Lauren ignored him.
Blooming Backwards Chapter Nine – Dresses, Doubts, and Deliveries
Minnie stood in front of her closet like it was a cliff’s edge.Lani sprawled across her bed, scrolling on her phone and occasionally lifting her head to judge an outfit Minnie had flung onto the pile. A half-empty bag of Takis sat between them, the spicy scent battling with the lavender candle Minnie had lit to stay “calm.”“You cannot wear your El Camino House Annual BBQ shirt to dinner with Johnny Castile,” Lani said flatly, holding it up like a forensic exhibit.“I wasn’t going to,” Minnie muttered, snatching it away. “I just like the cotton.”“Girl, you need silk. Or satin. Or something that says, ‘I have my life together, but also maybe you were stupid to forget me.’”Minnie groaned and flopped onto the bed. “It’s not a date. It’s a dinner meeting. Work. He’s a potential donor.”Lani rolled her eyes. “He sent you a rose, Min. That’s donor code for I wanna see you without a clipboard.”Before Minnie could reply, her phone buzzed. Incoming call: LUPITA (Ugh, pick up.)She sighed.
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