morning. Groaning in unison, we rolled out of bed. Once we were dressed it was time to start the routine with Victoria.
Victoria's room was just two doors down from mine, but first Miranda went downstairs and got Victoria's things together for school and lunch. Then before starting breakfast she headed back upstairs to get Victoria ready.
"Come on Victoria, it's time to get up." Miranda nudged her slightly. She moaned and covered her head. I had to stifle laugh ter.
"Come on girl, you want to make a good first impression on Sophia, don't you?"
Victoria's head popped up from under her pillow, her curls full of frizz. She sat up in the middle of her bed and looked at me.
"Hi" she smiled , but there was something lingering behind that smile.
" Good morning," I sat on the bed next to her. Miranda pulled out a school uniform and placed it on her bed.
"You need to go get cleaned up and into your uniform , missy." Rand smiled at her and helped her off the bed.
Victoria hurried into her bathroom. I could hear the water and the sound of teeth being brushed. I looked around her room and took in the wall of dolls on shelves, large white desk with a large white book case next to it, as well as the large entertainment system. Miranda was n’t joking when she said there was a lot of 'stuff'. Victoria emerged from the bathroom with a hairbrush and a spray bottle. Miranda cringed.
"Here comes the hard part," she groaned in a hushed voice. Miranda reached for the brush and bottle as Victoria turned around.
After spraying her head thoroughly, Miranda brushed through her hair and V ictoria's face crinkled in pain. I saw tears form in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry , Victoria," Miranda said with a sad look on her face.
"Oh heck," I stood up and grabbed the brush. I brushed through the tops of her hair where it wasn't so bad and finger combed the rest of her hair easily. "You got any rubber bands or ties?" I asked without looking at Miranda and started braiding.
"Here," I could hear the relief in Miranda's voice.
Once we were finished, Victoria got her pajamas off and started to slip on her uniform.
"Good job, it doesn't look like she has one knot in her head." Miranda laughed.
"My mother had issues with my crazy thick hair when I was younger. We'll condition her hair with detangle lotion tonight and then brush it all out." I shrugged.
"What about tomorrow morning?" Miranda smirked.
"We'll braid her hair before bed and then tomorrow it will be easier to brush when we take the braids out." I winked at her. "Another mom trick," I smiled and put the brush on Victoria's dresser.
Once Victoria was dressed, we made our way downstairs where Miranda fixed breakfast before we climbed into the car for the drive to school.
"This is a Lexus," I choked.
"The SUV." Miranda nodded with a slight shrug.
"This is the car he provides?"
"Mm Hmm." She answered and pulled out of the driveway.
"I'm terrified I'll wreck it." I sighed. Miranda just laughed.
It wasn't a long drive to St. John's Prep School and soon we pulled up to the curb. It was very reminiscent of scary B horror flick. The same black SUVs all lined up, with children in the same clothes stepping out onto the curb in unison. I shuddered for a moment at the creepy picture my imagination was forming. Shaking it off, I climbed out of the car.
There were young women helping young kids out of the cars and into the school, which I assumed were all nannies. I shook my head at the thought of all of these children being raised by non-blood related persons, instead of their biological parents. However, there was one woman there who was pregnant and for a moment I considered she could still be a nanny, but as we got closer I realized by the size of the ring on her finger there was no way in hell she was anyone's nanny.
"Good morning, Victoria." The dark skinned woman looked down at Victoria with a large smile.
"Good morning , Mrs. Wright." She smiled, gave a small wave, disappearing into the
Victoria's room was just two doors down from mine, but first Miranda went downstairs and got Victoria's things together for school and lunch. Then before starting breakfast she headed back upstairs to get Victoria ready.
"Come on Victoria, it's time to get up." Miranda nudged her slightly. She moaned and covered her head. I had to stifle laugh ter.
"Come on girl, you want to make a good first impression on Sophia, don't you?"
Victoria's head popped up from under her pillow, her curls full of frizz. She sat up in the middle of her bed and looked at me.
"Hi" she smiled , but there was something lingering behind that smile.
" Good morning," I sat on the bed next to her. Miranda pulled out a school uniform and placed it on her bed.
"You need to go get cleaned up and into your uniform , missy." Rand smiled at her and helped her off the bed.
Victoria hurried into her bathroom. I could hear the water and the sound of teeth being brushed. I looked around her room and took in the wall of dolls on shelves, large white desk with a large white book case next to it, as well as the large entertainment system. Miranda was n’t joking when she said there was a lot of 'stuff'. Victoria emerged from the bathroom with a hairbrush and a spray bottle. Miranda cringed.
"Here comes the hard part," she groaned in a hushed voice. Miranda reached for the brush and bottle as Victoria turned around.
After spraying her head thoroughly, Miranda brushed through her hair and V ictoria's face crinkled in pain. I saw tears form in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry , Victoria," Miranda said with a sad look on her face.
"Oh heck," I stood up and grabbed the brush. I brushed through the tops of her hair where it wasn't so bad and finger combed the rest of her hair easily. "You got any rubber bands or ties?" I asked without looking at Miranda and started braiding.
"Here," I could hear the relief in Miranda's voice.
Once we were finished, Victoria got her pajamas off and started to slip on her uniform.
"Good job, it doesn't look like she has one knot in her head." Miranda laughed.
"My mother had issues with my crazy thick hair when I was younger. We'll condition her hair with detangle lotion tonight and then brush it all out." I shrugged.
"What about tomorrow morning?" Miranda smirked.
"We'll braid her hair before bed and then tomorrow it will be easier to brush when we take the braids out." I winked at her. "Another mom trick," I smiled and put the brush on Victoria's dresser.
Once Victoria was dressed, we made our way downstairs where Miranda fixed breakfast before we climbed into the car for the drive to school.
"This is a Lexus," I choked.
"The SUV." Miranda nodded with a slight shrug.
"This is the car he provides?"
"Mm Hmm." She answered and pulled out of the driveway.
"I'm terrified I'll wreck it." I sighed. Miranda just laughed.
It wasn't a long drive to St. John's Prep School and soon we pulled up to the curb. It was very reminiscent of scary B horror flick. The same black SUVs all lined up, with children in the same clothes stepping out onto the curb in unison. I shuddered for a moment at the creepy picture my imagination was forming. Shaking it off, I climbed out of the car.
There were young women helping young kids out of the cars and into the school, which I assumed were all nannies. I shook my head at the thought of all of these children being raised by non-blood related persons, instead of their biological parents. However, there was one woman there who was pregnant and for a moment I considered she could still be a nanny, but as we got closer I realized by the size of the ring on her finger there was no way in hell she was anyone's nanny.
"Good morning, Victoria." The dark skinned woman looked down at Victoria with a large smile.
"Good morning , Mrs. Wright." She smiled, gave a small wave, disappearing into the
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