She didn't expect the smile that crinkled the older woman's face but the answer was pure Celia.
"But of course, girl."
At first, Trinity had believed it was something she could tackle in a day, but the moment she started on her list, she wondered if maybe she had bitten off more than she can chew. She took several trips, grabbing anything and everything she could lay her hands on, but the pile still wasn’t high enough to suffice all she wanted to do. She couldn’t decide who needed clothes most, so she bought enough for every age group in mind.
One trip home couldn’t fit all the clothes she had bought. The living room was already packed, and the chauffeur was still going back for more.
?MICHAEL?
The pile in the living room dazzled him. It had his feet frozen to the ground, his breath suddenly winded.
She was packing up and moving out… but why?
Then his eyes caught what he had missed the first time around—
Brand new, every single thing was brand new with the shop tags still attached on them.
Shopping,he realized. She had gone shopping.
The fear in his stomach turned into confusion.
What did she need men’s boots for? Was that a pack of men’s shirts, too?
Yes, it was right beside the pile of baby clothes, much smaller than Miranda could first into. Now he was completely lost.
"What is going on?" He obviously startled her, and she snapped her head up and got to her feet.
The pile of clothes on her lap fell to the floor. "This is not what it looks like," she stammered out.
He couldn't help but smirk at the panic in her eyes. He hid his amusement well, dropping his briefcase and walking to the chair beside her, aware that her eyes followed his every movement until he sat down and beckoned back to her seat.
"Well, explain," he prompted, gesturing towards the piles.
"Winter is coming and I just had to do it for my neighborhood people," she rushed through her explanation, worried as if he would snatch it all back like a toy.
"Okay."
"I took the money out of my own account. It's the least I could do, plus I was bored of doing nothing," she explained. The way she bit her lip, and widened her eyes reminded him of Miranda so much that it was hard to hold back a bite of laughter.
"Okay."
"I just had to do it, and I know I didn't ask you but — Wait, you're not angry?" She looked a little miffed and definitely still confused.
He couldn't fight the smile tugging at the edges of his lips now, she looked just a little manic, and entirely too cute.
"I can't believe you allowed me to keep ranting," she chided in a small voice.
"Well, you wanted to," he replied.
"I thought for sure you wouldn't approve."
"Why?"
"I don't know." Her voice was unsure again, and he wanted that confident woman he saw moments ago defending her actions back.
"Because I'm not getting tax returns off of this?"
She eyed him before nodding. "Something like that.”
