Chapter 14 - Bonnie Walton

Bonnie POV

“Mom please, I can do this by myself,” I say as my mom keeps touching my hair. The way she has been hovering over me today is driving me almost insane.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you have to. I can help you,” she says, grabbing a hairbrush, and I raise a finger pointing at her face.

“Pu the brush down,” I warn her.

“But..” She starts and I shake my head.

“Brush down, I am serious, Mom,” I let out, and she places the hairbrush back on the vanity table and raises her hands in an apologetic way. “Don’t you have to get ready?” I ask and she looks at her gold watch and clicks her tongue.

“Yes, yes, I do. I got distracted. Do you need help with the dress?” She asks, and I shake my head.

“No, I can do it myself. The zipper is on the side,” I say, and my mom nods. I have allowed no one to see my dress. It’s a dress that is completely out of my comfort zone and I am excited to use it.

I never spend too much money on clothes, and I sure as hell not going to spend a