Page 109 of Mayhem and Minnie

Alas, the damage has already been done. Now I need to find a way to fix it. Especially since the dinner with my mother is…tomorrow.

Fucking hell!

I spend the entire day morosely stalking up and down the stairs of my house, half to catch a glimpse of Minnie as she does her magic with food, and half to find a solution to my dilemma: earning her forgiveness.

Ultimately, I end up in my car and driving away from the house in an attempt to clear my head—and also get Minnie a present so she’d stop ignoring me.

The perfume was a bad idea, so I’m crossing that off the list.

She has clothes and shoes, but girls love that stuff, so I’m sure she won’t mind more—especially since she doesn’t have a specific outfit for this occasion. And now that I think about it, I haven’t gotten her a bag, have I?

I need to remedy that, too. Girls love designer bags.

The stores are nearing their closing times, so I hurry to find something to her liking.

Her favorite colors are white and red. I’ll just get something in those colors.

Easier said than done since most of the dresses in white are bridal, while the ones in red are far too sexy and sultry for me to be comfortable going out with her like that. Even if my mother rented out an entire space, there will still be people seeing her when she walks into and out of the restaurant, as well as the serving staff.

I curse in annoyance.

This is not going well.

Eventually, I settle on an off-white dress with a modest length and neckline, but which should flatter her figure nonetheless. Although I’m reluctant to have anyone see her like that, it’s the only thing I deem acceptable, which she might also like.

A nice pair of white heels is easy enough to find, and since her entire outfit is white, I think she can add a red bag to it—that way, she’ll have both of her favorite colors.

Luckily for me, I spot the perfect red Chanel bag in a window and go inside to buy it. The sales associates are not very accommodating at first, saying the items in the window are not for sale. But a few phone calls later and I’m walking out with the red bag.

I don’t want to be gone for too long, so I jump into my car and drive back home. Excitement simmers inside of me as I think of her reaction when she’ll see these gifts. She’ll smile, that’s for sure.

Or at least, I hope she will.

I love her smile.

I’ll love her smile even more if I’m the one to put it on her face.

I hum along to the song on the radio as I drive just under the speed limit—another first.

It’s fully dark out by the time I get back.

I don’t waste any time after I park the car in my garage and I head straight for her room, gift bags in tow.

“Minnie?” I ask as I knock at her door.

No answer.

I wait a few more seconds before I knock and call her name again, this time louder.

No answer.

Frowning, I pull the doorknob to the side. The door slides open.

I walk inside, only to find the room empty. I put the bags on her bed and walk around the room.

“Minnie?” I call out again, stopping in front of the bathroom and listening for any sound.

Nothing.

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