A Perfect Dress

I walk to the door, answering it. It is Margaret again.

“Hello Alena, great to see you again,” she smiles, walking in with bags of food. Should I not buy the food? Or maybe Jackson paid her enough to cover food as well. No doubt he did because if she asked me to buy stuff, I would come back with the wrong stuff.

I spend two hours learning how to cook and make enough meals for 3 days. Georgina also gets involved. Apparently, she would actually like to know how to cook. It would be amazing if the night Jackson gets home, I can cook for him and finally start looking after him instead of him cooking every meal for me.

“Great, well, I will come back Thursday, and we can look at other recipes to cook,” she explains as she leaves.

“Right, dress time. What time is your Mum meeting us there?” Georgina asks, smiling, far too happy about this.

“Around two. Jackson’s Mum will be there as well,” I explain, forgetting I have not told anyone she is coming, but it is my choice.

“Let's get going then