Vanessa's Match

Lindy was unconvinced. “You’re just saying that because he’s handsome! That’s what Mom always used to say.”

“No, I hardly noticed his appearance.” But she couldn’t lie to Lindy. Hadn’t noticed? How could anyone help but notice his dark good looks? She revised her response. “Well, not much,” she said honestly. “But he explained why he didn’t come to see you.”

“Because he didn’t care about me.”

“No. I’m afraid your mother was the reason.” Under the circumstances Vanessa thought it best that Lindy know the truth. It might help the teen come to terms with her brother. “It seems she—she tried to seduce him after your dad’s death.”

While they hadn’t talked much about her mother, Vanessa had realized Anita wasn’t much of a parent. But she was all Lindy had had.

Lindy’s eyes widened in surprise. Then she looked away. A moment later she turned back to Vanessa, sadness shadowing her face. “No wonder he avoided me.”

Vanessa took her hand. “Lindy, he expected the lawyer to see you each month and determine how you were doing. The man was supposed to let him know if something was wrong.”

Lindy stared at her, saying nothing.

“Obviously, your brother should’ve checked that the lawyer was doing his job properly, but Rick fired him today when he discovered the man had lied to him.”

Lindy still said nothing.

“So, will you be all right with Rick coming to dinner?”

“Yes, of course. It’s your house.”

Vanessa paused. Then she asked, “Would you rather go back to the condo instead of staying here?”

“No!” was Lindy’s sharp reply, reminding Vanessa a little of Rick Austin.

“Okay, then, let’s go have some lunch, and later we’ll go shopping!”

“What for?”

“New clothes for tonight. Your brother is going to pay for whatever you need.”

“He doesn’t mind?”

“No, honey. He thought your mother was buying you pretty clothes. Instead your mom spent all the money on herself.”

Lindy’s eyebrows rose. “He wanted me to have pretty clothes?”

“He did,” Vanessa assured her. Tears filled her eyes at Lindy’s look of awe, and she blinked to dam them. Forcing a smile, she pulled Lindy to her feet. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

LINDY WAS SO EXCITED, she didn’t eat much lunch. She’d seldom been shopping, other than an occasional foray into Wal-Mart with an extremely limited budget. Today, Vanessa took her to the best store in Highland Park.

Because of Lindy’s fair coloring, Vanessa steered her toward a bright blue dress, modest but fashionable. “Try this one, Lindy. I think it’ll look good with your blond hair.”

The dress had cap sleeves and a heart-shaped neckline. The snug waist showed off Lindy’s slight figure and made her look a little older than her fifteen years.

“Oh, I think that’s perfect,” Vanessa said. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.” Lindy spoke softly, staring at herself in the mirror.

“Okay, try on this pink dress, and the black one, too, though I think you’re too young for black.”

“Should I wear black because my mother—”

“We don’t want to be disrespectful to your mother, but frankly, she wasn’t much of a mother.”

“She wanted to look young so she could find a new husband,” Lindy blurted out, suddenly sounding wise beyond her years. “That’s why she didn’t spend any money on me.”

“Whatever her reasons, you should never have been treated that way.” Vanessa smiled at her. “And I promise that will never happen again.” They resumed their shopping, ultimately purchasing the blue and the pink dresses, not the black.

Then Vanessa took Lindy to her favorite salon for a trim and style.

“I—I’ve never been to a beauty shop,” Lindy said nervously.

Vanessa’s heart broke, but she hid her sadness. “I’ll stay with you, honey. Don’t worry, they’ll make your hair look great. You’ll see.”

Vanessa also arranged for Lindy to have her nails done. The child was overwhelmed.

“Are you sure Rick will pay for this?”

“Yes, he will. You’re still spending less than a quarter of the money your mother was spending every month. It’ll be fine.”

While the stylist was working on Lindy’s hair, she told Vanessa about a sale at another store.

“We’ll go there before we head home. I think you need some basics for your new wardrobe.”

“We’d better wait and ask Rick, Vanessa. He might refuse to pay.”

“He wouldn’t dare,” Vanessa said firmly.

“But he might think I was taking advantage—”

“Well, what do you think of your hair?” the stylist asked, interrupting their discussion.

Lindy looked in the mirror. Her blond hair was cut in layers, framing her face. “I think it looks great! I’ve never gotten it to look like that.”

“It should be easy now. And your nails look lovely.”

“Yes. I feel so—so elegant!”

“Good. That’s the whole point,” Vanessa said.

Once they were in the car, heading to the store the stylist had mentioned, Lindy balked. “But, Vanessa, I thought we would wait.”

“No, sweetie, we’re not going to wait. You’ve done without for too long.”

By the time they finally arrived home, they were laden with packages.