Chapter 19

Allison's Pov
We had been spending the whole day at the mall. I have never seen such a huge building well aside from my packhouse but this building was huge with lots of stores. I don't have much experience shopping but Tara is so easy to spend time with and so fun. She has brought me to all her favorite stores and I watched her try on all her favorite clothes she found. I am getting light headed from nit eating a lot this morning and nothing during out shopping spree but I can't eat. What would Tara think? She is so skinny it makes me a bit jealous of how perfect her body is and than I'm just a fat slob.
“So what do you think about this dress?” Tara asks looking at me drawing me out of my dark thoughts.
“That color looks good on you. It really brings out the color in your eyes.” I say, the dress is this peach color and it is not too flashy but just enough pop that she stands out but not too much.
“You should try on some clothes too.” She says looking at me in the mirror while she stands and twirls to see how the dress sways around her legs.
“Oh I don't need any clothes.” I say with a lie, in fact I don't have hardly any clothes in my giant closet at the house.
“This is a shopping spree of course you don't need clothes but you should buy something!” She saying exasperated at me for thinking such a thing.
She goes over to a rack of clothes and looks through what I'm assuming are shirts and comes back with an armful. I'm shocked when she hands them to me.
“You should go try these on. They should fit you nicely.” She says smiling at me and gesturing toward the fitting rooms.
I go into a room and lock the door. I look through the shirts and I'm surprised that that they are all my size. Tara some how knew my size without having to ask. I see a really pretty dark green shirt and put that on and go out to show Tara. The shirt is green and stops at my chest and flares out. I hate my stomach and this shirt actually compliments it really well. When I go go out to the sitting area were Tara is waiting for me. She looks up and has an approving smile.
“I knew that shirt would look good on you. It bring your brown eyes out. And green is your color, pair that with some dark jeans and you would look chefs kiss.” She says kissing her fingers and waving them in the air.
“How did you know my shirt size. You didn't have to ask me.” I say surprised.
“Oh I am majoring in fashion and I know people's sizes without having to ask most of the time. So if you ever need advice, I'm your girl.” She says looking pleased and gesturing to herself.
“Oh well that's good cause I know nothing about fashion.” I say giggling.
We spent the rest of the afternoon going through closes and Tara helped me get a few shirts and some pants and even a couple dresses. By the time we were done I was shopped out.
“Oh I'm exhausted from all the shopping we did today.” Tara says tired sitting her seat. We were in her car driving back to Zander's house. I feel bad about spending his money and getting clothes buy it was just too fun to say no to.
“Yeah me too, I had alot of fun today shopping. I have never been shopping before.” I say too late.
“What do you mean you have never been shopping before? Surely your mom took you or your friends took you shopping before.” She says giving me a shocked loom.
“Oh she did I just ment that I haven't gone for a long time because work was always so busy and I never really had the chance.” I say quickly hoping she would drop it. Tara gave me a quick look and didn't say anything more about it. Zander would give me that same look, when he wants to say something but decides not too. We came to the house and thank goddess because the air was getting a bit uncomfortable. It's late at night and the sun has already set so when we came up to the big doors the lights outside shown so bright I could see alot the house and design of it. We got out of the house and Connie was there to greet us happy as ever. I sometimes wonder if Connie is ever sad because I see her always smiling. We take our bags and go into the house.
“Welcome back Mrs. Martin and Miss Martin.” Connie says cheerfully.
“Thank you Connie, but please call me Allison. You don't, have to be so formal all the time.” I say.
Connie just nods and heads for the kitchen. We leave our bags in the foyer and head there too. I smell an amazing smell and it instantly makes my mouth water.
“What is that amazing smell Connie.” I say my mouth just imagining the food.
“That is my special recipe, it's chicken and dumplings.” She says proudly. “Please sit Zander is still up in his office and probably won't come down anytime soon.
“Really you think I would I miss your chicken and dumplings.” A deep voice says from the doorway. I look and Zander is standing there with a dark shirt on and it's missing two buttons on top and dark jeans. He's looking at us with a smirk and my face heats up when I see he noticed me looking at him. How can I not? He is gorgeous and his hair looks like he quickly ran through it with his hand. I cough trying to not think anymore about how good he looks and trying to calm my hot face. I'm sure my face is red.
Zander walks over to the table a sits down at his spot and we walk over the table too.
“I see your staying for supper too. He says looking at his sister.
“Of course I'm not going to miss Connie's cooking. And besides all I have been eating lately is ramen noodles and that gets old fast.” Tara says reaching for some of the dish. I wait till both Zander and Tara are done taking what they want and take a small amount for myself. Tara is rambling on about our shopping spree and what she got and what we did today. I'm listen constantly and I go to grab some salad.
Zander's pov
I am listening to my sister talk about their shopping spree when I look over at Allison I saw she only took alittle bit of the main dish and is now muching on salad. She is unaware I'm watching her, she worries me by how little she eats and my understanding of it she only eats when its dinner or she eats alittle bit of breakfast. I really need to ask her why she eats so little. There is so much i dont know about Allison and her family. Im curious why nobody really knows her or her family. Earlier I asked my assistant to send my over a file on Allison's family and all I read was stuff on her father and nothing about Allison. Her father is a business man and has five kids but nothing about Allison they have an older son who is going to take over the business when he is older and they have three other daughters besides Allison. Apparently the forst time she was out in the the public eye is when we got married until than Allison was never mentioned. Im going to do more research and see if there is anyrhing on her that my people missed. They are never seen and it's almost like they disappear.
I'm drawn back into the conversation that Allison and Tara are having. I love my sister but sometimes she talks too much. I look over at Allison and really look at her. Her face that is usually covered by light makeup looks pale and that worries me. I look at her face and see for the first time she really is pretty, she has dark brown hair and brown eyes. And she has a full face not chubby but just right. I look at her lips and I see how they move when she says something in response to Tara or when she just smiles. I catch myself thinking about her and turn my attention back to the conversation.
“So I'm probably gonna stay the night tonight.” Tara says bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Why don't you have your dorm room? I ask uneasily. I really don't want her to find out that we are not sleeping on the same room cause that will just form questions that I don't want to answer.
“Yes I do, but if I have to hear people having s*x one more time I'm going to lose it.” She says with a grossed out face.
“Fine but you will need to use a spare bedroom.” I say annoyed.
“What is wrong with my room upstairs?” She asks giving me a suspicious look.
“Nothing is wrong with it, use it I don't care. Ill tell a maid to get your room ready.” I say getting up because I have to tell the maids to not say anything to Tara. It's not like I don't trust her with the truth but she doesn’t need to know about my personal life.