Every Time My Heart Breaks by Linda Kage EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Linda Kage
- Language: English
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[14 YEARS EARLIER]
Honey, I really don’t think this is going to…fit.” Mom gritted out an
annoyed growl as she tugged on the back of my dress, nearly
strangling my boobs as she attempted to draw the zipper up.
Holding my breath so I wouldn’t inhale and cause my rib cage to expand
another millimeter, I met her cringe of apology in the mirror I was facing in
my bathroom, and I knew she was giving up.
With a whimper of protest, I moaned, “No! No, no, no… Please.”
But she was done.
Closing my eyes so I could no longer see the excess pudge bulging under
my arms around the top of my strapless dress, I buried my face in my hands,
mortified. “This can’t be happening. It fit perfectly last month when we
“I know.” Mom touched my shoulder and squeezed warmly. “But you
must’ve hit another growth spurt since then. You’re a blossoming girl, Chlo.”
Blossoming? Right. In my waistline maybe. I hadn’t grown in height
since last year.
Gah, this was so freaking embarrassing.
“I can’t believe I gained that much in a single month.”
“It’s probably just water retention from hormones,” Mom tried, stroking
my hair this time. “You’re having your period, right?”
Dropping my hands, I spun to frown at her. “You’re not making it better.”
She appeared helpless for a moment before snapping her fingers. “Hey,
what about that ice-blue dress you have? You look super cute in that, and it’s
stretchy enough to fit a changing body.”
The aghast look I sent her was born from pure horror. “I can’t wear
something I wore in middle school.”
Was she kidding me? I’d be a laughing stock.
I was already the fourth-biggest girl in my ninth-grade class. I couldn’t be
the most immaturely dressed too. I had to have something going for me. And
the trendy, fashionable cut of this dress was supposed to be it. I was going to
be the girl with style.
How was Caine Spinnaker going to notice me otherwise?
“Are you sure you can’t zip it up?” I asked Mom, turning up my begging
eyes to maximum capacity.
She lifted her brow, not impressed by my lack of faith in her. But then my
eye power must’ve kicked in because her shoulders collapsed, and she hissed
out a deflated breath. “I mean, how much do you value breathing?”
“Tonight? Not at all. I need to get into this dress. Mom, please.”
Doubt filled her expression, but then she said, “Alright, fine. Turn around
and suck it in, baby girl. This is going to get uncomfortable.”
“Screw comfort.” I gratefully showed her my back and grabbed onto the
edge of the sink to brace myself while it felt like I was being squeezed
through the eye of a needle.
My mother and I both let out a warrior cry as the zipper finally creaked
into place, fully closed. “There.” The satisfaction in Mom’s voice mirrored
the leap in my chest.
It was done.
I exhaled my relief and glanced up, only to cry, “What the hell?! I look
like a freaking sausage.”
Mom scowled. “You do not.”
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