I don’t recall the time we got back or finding my way back up the stairs, I’d hoped I wouldn’t see for a few months yet, into my little, old bed. As I wake up the events of yesterday come flooding back into my mind. Aunty Reagan had humiliated me and that I would willingly do her every command. She’s in for one heck of a surprise. I meant what I said last night. I won’t be an almost anorexic model; I will be a model that loves her body for what it is…now to convince Aunty Reagan that letting me make a stand about loving my body and showing it off for what it is will only boost the popularity of her company.
I walk down the stairs, taking each step slowly in no hurry to subject myself to Aunty Reagan’s anger. I breathe a sigh of relief as I realise that the only person in the kitchen is Gracey.
“Oh, Pips, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think she’d go chasing after you like that when I told her where you were. I have never seen her so angry or concerned. I couldn’t bear to see her so sad and scared, she kept just repeating the same six words. ‘Why did you let her go?’ Soon enough I found her packing her suitcase in a flustered frenzy, as though the apartment was on fire. I told her then that you wouldn’t actually be at Mirrindirra for another week but she wouldn’t listen and left anyway, which means she would have well and truly reached boiling point by the time you had arrived at Mirrindirra. I’m sorry that you had to deal with it,” said Gracey, tears forming in her eyes.
“Stop, I’m not mad at you,” I said giving her a hug, “You let me at least have a chance at going to Mirrindirra.”
“Oh, you’re such a sweetie. Reagan won’t be home until later tonight as she has many things to catch up on and organise due to her sudden departure, so there is no need for you to worry until later. But for now I want to know about everything that has happened over the last week.”
A couple of hours later and I’d filled her in on what had happened over the past week when she asked the question I knew she’d been dying to ask.
“So what happened last night?” Gracey asked.
“Well Aunty Reagan and I had a public screaming match that embarrassed me completely in front of my new friends. We openly disagreed on my future and I basically told her that her opinion of what a model should be like is wrong and that I don’t want to have anything to do with it, which didn’t go down to well. I then endured I seven hour trip of deathly silence and black looks. Is that enough of the details?”
“Yep that’s plenty. It’ll be interesting to see what happens between you and your Aunt tonight,” Gracey said, teasingly.