Chapter Ten.

"Hullo mama." I said with a huge lollipop in between my teeth, I was practically chewing it making crunchy sounds.

"Tsk, tsk, what did I tell you about your lollys, and you ask why we treat you like a baby." My mum's voice was disapproving but I can hear a little amusement, besides I practically inherited my love for lollipops from her so she is partially to be blamed, although she decided to grow up.

Well, fortunately/unfortunately, depending on who you are asking really, I don't wanna grow up. Adulting is not as glamorous as it had appeared to be. I mean there is so much responsibilities and not plenty time to transit smoothly from dollies to babies, although I don't see a baby in my immediate future. I mean, I've got to have a man at first, right?

"Am not." I whined. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.

"So back to the reason I was calling, are you done with Tamara's dress?"

"Yes ma'am, just some last touches....."

"Promise not to kill me...." My mum was nervous and let me tell you, Margaret Tiara Spade is never nervous.

And yes her middle name is Tiara, a compromise between my grandma and my grandpa. I mean grandma wanted to name her Crown, don't ask, i don't know either, but you see now that the weirdness is hereditary.

I just pray I don't get to name my child, Olaf. What? I have a special thing for the name, and the cute little man from Frozen.

I started singing gently, Bees will buzz, kids will blow dandelion fuzz and I will be doing whatever snow does in summeeeeerr.

"Ivory Spade." I heard the warning tone in her voice and stopped immediately. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." This was an inside joke between me and dad, mum got it alright, but she didn't seem to mind.

"So Tamara told me to tell you that she istakingyoutotheballwithher." She said her next words so fast.

"Slowly mum."

"She said that she is taking you with her." What? That's like a week from now, I don't have a dress. Geez, and then it hit me.

"Mum, when did she tell you this?"

"Um, like on the 6th of this month?" I did a quick mental calculation, that was two weeks ago. Wait, TWO WEEKS AGO!!!

I couldn't help it, "Mum!!" Mum had the worst memory ever, I even suspected that....

"Its your fault you don't call me more often, and by the way she called me yesterday to remind you, she said she doesn't have your new line, since you blocked your other line." Long story there but there you have it, my suspicion has been confirmed.

"And I take it you already told her that you would remind me, ugh mum, I don't even have a dress, or you didn't even know I was not going to be busy."

She scoffed, "One, you are a designer, you have probably have a gazillion dresses that you designed in your closet that you haven't worn yet or you can whip up something. Easy peasy." Ugh, she is right about that.

"Two, do you have a boyfriend or a best friend or any friends?"

"No... Em....." Does my neighbour Jason count as a friend? Or, oh, the very best one, does Jay count? Ha ha, my subconsciousness aka Sassy not-Ivy spoke up.

"See, you don't have a life." You gotta love my blunt mum.

"But, I could be busy with a client's work."

"Some days off wouldn't kill you." I hate when she always wins an argument, it was only good when it brought it in money. Oh, you didn't guess it? Mama is a good ole lawyer. Not the wealthy kind though, just average, not much going on in our little town to rake in the big bucks. It was good anyways as she wasn't too busy for me growing up.

I don't even know how she does it with her bad memory ish in the court room.

I suspect she has two sets of brain, the work brain and the regular brain. That doesn't make sense? Let me explain briefly.

You don't want to meet her in the courtroom when your stories are not set straight. She would remember the most weird things, like how when you said your white cotton handkerchief fell out of your pocket, in your first story and now you are saying it was a white satin handkerchief, three months later.

Uhm, getting back on track....

"Mum, I am not really sure about my feelings for you, right now."

"I know but it would do you some good, you could even get to meet a few eligible bachelors or something......"

"A little birdie told me that me some sort of art exhibition and auction would be holding there too, I know how much you love art....."

"Even I can't afford them....." I grumbled under my breath. And then it struck, did someone mention art? Please God.....

I casually asked hoping my voice won't betray my eagerness, "do you by any means know the artists exhibiting?"

"Not really", I deflated. My mum really has a bad memory.

"Tamara said about five or seven but I can remember about three?" I waited with bated breath.

"Ann Pick, Freddie Smith and this other celebrity dude."

"Jay Morris?"

"Yes, Jay Morris."

"Is everything alright, is there something I should know?" She asked nosily after I let out a squeal.

"No mum....."

"You are going right?"

"Yes Mum, send my love to dad!" I rushed out, so she won't ask why.

"You can send him that love your darn self." She grumbled. Oh so its one of those times, my mum is such a baby, sometimes. She is not even mad at him.

How do I know? Because she would go in guns blazing, while my dad would just stare at her like the world rotates round her big eyes. She is just waiting for him to come baby her butt. Low key, I dig that. I want that.

But I know, she would tell him.

"Love you mom."

"Love you too, baby and make sure you come visit us, whenever you come for that party." Before she hung up. That wasn't a suggestion.

Now about that purple dress that has been calling my name since I decided to go for this party.