Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 580 – Going Out Shopping With Maddox! Have I Done That Before? (Beatrice)
Maddox glanced over at me before chuckling again and I knew he was about to start bullying me once more.
“You know you’ll need better clothes for this party, right? I mean, all the elites will be there,” Maddox said directly to me, making me glare at him for being such a jerk, but I noticed Ronnie had an even harsher reaction. His jaw clenched, and he cracked his knuckles.
“It’s fine. I’ll take her out for shopping. It’ll be easy to find a dress for her since everything looks so good on her,” Ronnie’s compliment changed my mood once again.
I gave him a smile, but before our moment could become more special, Maddox intervened.
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“You were supposed to go shopping with me. I’m new here, and I don’t like shopping alone,” Maddox placed his hands on his waist, staring at Ronnie, who seemed to have forgotten about it.
I could tell their fathers were the ones bringing them together, or else Ronnie wouldn’t want to be in the same room as these arrogant brothers, who didn’t miss a single chance to remind others they were better than them.
“We can go together,” Ronnie, not wanting to upset the mayor’s son for obvious reasons, suggested, and my smile began to fade away.
“I’ll be shopping in high-end stores, though,” Maddox muttered under his breath before grudgingly nodding, “Fine. See you in two hours then.”
Thankfully, Maddox decided to walk away. I let out a breath and straightened my back to face Ronnie, who had been such an incredible friend to me all this time.
“I hope you wouldn’t mind me gifting you a dress,” Ronnie smiled, his hands in his pockets.
“That would be sweet of you, but I’d like to pay for my own dress, Ronnie,” I said. I didn’t want to take advantage of anyone’s kindness towards me. Besides, I wasn’t really comfortable receiving gifts from anyone. I wouldn’t even let my mother get me a lot of stuff. It makes me feel like a burden.
“You’re not going to ask me to come inside?”
Ronnie smiled awkwardly, and my heart sank in my c*hest.
“Um, my home?” I laughed, and once he nodded, I gulped, “It’s nothing like your home.”
I was trying to make it light, but his expression told me that he didn’t like my comment.
“A home is a home, Beatrice. It’s made from people, relationships, and love, not from walls,” his tone was soft, but I could tell he was stern when teaching me that.
“You think I don’t know that? It’s just that I know others don’t think that way,” I stopped smiling and uttered in a genuine tone.
“Well, screw those then. I’m not like others,” the calmness of his voice and the depth of his stare were doing something to my heart.
“Then you can come inside, but let me tell you something, my mother asks a lot of questions. She’s very overprotective of me,” I warned him before leading him upstairs. I did get some harsh stares from the neighbors. Whoever passed us expressed their shock at seeing the sheriffs son walk behind me.
It was a huge thing for someone so rich and powerful to be in our apartment. Once in the apartment, I realized my mother had been spying on us through the window all that time.
“Mom!” I grunted, eyeing her. She quickly pulled away from the window and smiled at us.
“I was wondering where you had gone. You took a lot of time,” my mother attempted to sound harsh, strict.
“I was here the whole time,” I gave her a blunt expression.
“Oh! That’s Ronnie, the sheriffs son,” my mother couldn’t hold back her excitement and quickly introduced herself to him while offering him a handshake, “I’m Beatrice’s mother.”
“Nice to meet you. I now get where she gets her beauty from,” his comment made my mother’s cheeks turn red, and I rolled my eyes at her behind his back.
My mother was extremely supportive and charming, just very unfortunate in finding love or someone who could understand her.
“So, what are you two kids up to?” My mom offered him a seat and quickly rushed into the kitchen to make him her special tea.
“Um, I actually wanted to ask for your permission,” I was surprised when Ronnie started talking. I didn’t even think about it, but he had it in his mind.
“I want to take Beatrice to the party, and I want to take her shopping in two hours. Only if you allow,” he quickly added, but my mom already knew that he had come by to ask her permission.
It was wholesome. I honestly loved how decent and considerate he was. Unlike all the other guys I have met in my life — which were none.
“I have no objection. You are more than welcome to take her, but–” my mother’s smile began to fade as she started to talk about something serious.
“But?” I asked curiously.
“But can you please take care of her? I know she’s not a child, but my daughter is sensitive, and she doesn’t really know how to stand up for herself,” my mom stated, her broken smile fluttering my heart but also making me feel guilty.
“You don’t need to worry when I’m with her. She won’t need to speak for herself; I will do that for her,” although I really admired how he was so caring and taking care of my mother’s wishes, I was still stuck with the fact that I couldn’t stand up for myself. Why the heck was I so weak?
While my mom offered him tea, I went upstairs and changed into gray jeans and a white top. However, as I held my savings in my hand, I wondered if it was the right decision to waste money on a dress that I would only be wearing once? Well, not like I had any other choice. I didn’t want to come across as poor in front of Ronnie, so I left my apartment with him to go shopping.
And right off the bat, my mood was ruined when I watched Maddox standing beside his car, gesturing for us to join him.