Lavender

Chapter 8 - Someone

DAMON'S POV

"Man, I've found the one who can help you with your problem," Larry said as he drew an idiotic smile on his face.

"What problem?" I asked as I continued to read the documents my Secretay just handed to me earlier.

"Your problem about your sister?" Larry said that got my attention.

Larry smiled when he saw me looking at him. Tch! I can't believe this man. He's looking so happy like he just solved half of my problems. But anyway, I'm interested in what he's about to say. I do really need a caregiver or someone who has enough patience in handling my sister's condition.

Even if my sister hates me again after finding another person to accompany her, I can't really just let her go off alone. Her condition is serious, and it isn't just some ordinary condition where she can be left alone. Daisy needs someone who will help her with anything that she wants and needs to do the whole day.

"Well, spacing off, I see. You do have a lot of problems right now, aren't you?" Larry said before standing up from the couch in my office, leaving his laptop open before sitting on the visitor chair in front of me.

"Nah, I can solve every problem this company has but Daisy..." I shook my head, remembering how hard it is to talk to Daisy whenever she keeps forgetting things or me.

It's been really hard for the past three years since Daisy had a major car accident that caused her to have post-traumatic amnesia. For the three years, her memories of me, our childhood, Mom and Dad, didn't come back. It's like her mind doesn't want her to remember anything.

That's why for three years, for three years, I keep getting myself close to my sister. It was successful since she somehow remembers me now, but making her remember comes with her hating me as her brother.

And even if I've shown enough proof that we are siblings, she was still sometimes confused. Daisy also showed signs of being easily distracted and having trouble doing the simple tasks she could do on her own back then. She keeps forgetting and forgetting, making me decide to bring her to another professional doctor, only to find that she will be diagnosed with early-onset dementia.

At that time, I was also stressed. Losing Dad and Mom at the age of nineteen wasn't easy. Even if Daisy and I have Uncle Earl to secure our future in the company that Dad left for us and our rights, our problems became harder to put an end to.

Daisy became a rebellious brat after knowing that she couldn't go with me to study where I could excel myself to be able to handle Dad's company. While in college, I couldn't even talk to her because she didn't want to talk to me.

She hated me for going without her, and I understand that I was so depressed after knowing that Daisy had an accident after that. She had a major car accident. It's like a warning that I shouldn't have left her alone. I wanted to go on Daisy, check her, and be beside her, but Uncle Earl doesn't want to let me out in the college school I'm attending as he wants me to focus.

I was really pissed at Uncle Earl that I even cursed at him through our calls, but Uncle Earl being stern and cold, he didn't care about my foolishness and didn't talk to me for months until I finished college got my master's degree.

"Well, it's your lucky day, bud," Larry said as he flashed his bright smile. "I have found the one who can help you."

"Who? And where did you meet this guy?" I asked as I train my eyes again to the documents I'm reading.

"The guy is a she, Damon. She's a caregiver equipped to help Daisy full-time or part-time. I offered her an hourly wage of hundred dollars---"

"An hourly wage of hundred dollars for a caregiver, are you serious?" I said, puzzled at what Larry said.

Not that I'm degrading caregivers, but Larry's offered an hourly wage of a hundred dollars. That was way too much of what I've researched about caregivers' maximum hourly wage. I also wanted a caregiver who is full-time attending Daisy.

"Bud, calm down. This woman I'm talking about isn't just a caregiver. This woman is going to be someone you will want to marry," Larry said, which made shook my head in disbelief.

"Larry, listen. I don't do any employers under me, okay? Even if I told you that I wanted to start settling down, I must put Daisy first to my priorities. I just can't have a family without making myself close to my sister," I said. That made Larry silent, but after a few seconds, I saw a smile slow curving out of his lips again, making me sigh.

"I think it's still better if you meet her. Cancel your appointment this ten in the mo---"

"I don't have an appointment at te---"

"Then, that's good! Sorry for not mentioning it to you the other day. I just want you to see her again," he said with excitement that made my brows shoot up.

"See who again?" I asked, but Larry smiled as he moved his point finger left and right as if he was stopping me from asking.

"Just wait and see, bud. She will just hand you her resume once she comes here, so make sure your Secretary accompanies her here. I can't risk saying her name, or you will get cold feet."

I smirked at what he said. Now that's interesting. I fixed my eyeglass as I flipped the page of the document I was reading. I don't know who's she is Larry referring to, but whoever she is, Larry will not get the satisfaction of seeing me having cold feet like he's saying.

And besides, even if I mentioned to Larry that I wanted to settle down and find a woman who's perfect enough to be by my side, it's like finding a needle in a haystack. The woman I wanted to be with is someone who will have great concern and love not just to me but to Daisy also. I want a woman who can help me and be a family to Daisy, as a sister to Daisy who has a soft but big heart to my sister.

"I bet you will even raise her hourly wage if she refuses to be hired. After all, you two had quite a history back then. I'm sure she's going to be shy or dumbfounded once she discovers who her employer is," he said before standing up. "Anyway, good luck to your heart, bud. This is me, being your cupid."

LAVENDER'S POV

Dad is a crazy man, but Jada Fraser, my best friend, is the worst of worst. Dad being Dad, he called Jada again just to get me ready. And now, I'm still in shock as Jada places a basket of dresses she wants me to wear, together with shoes and pieces of jewelry that I know aren't needed for my job.

"Are you serious, Jada? Silver earrings? Diamond ring?" I said in disbelief as I pointed my fingers to her black ring display storage. "I will end up looking like I don't need the job wearing your clothes, Jada. I'm a caregiver, not a Princess!"

Dad only laughs at me as he checks Jada's dresses. "An interview is still an interview, Lavender. You need to look presentable, blooming," Dad said but still, I'm not convinced that I should be looking glamorous instead of looking professional and well-behaved caregiver who is responsible for looking out to someone.

"Dad, I'm only having this interview for caregiving. Care-giving! Not modeling or anything..." I said, then took one of Jada's dresses. "... anything fancy. What I need is to look less fancy and more professional-looking, okay?"

Jada just brows quirks up as she put one of her hands in her waist. "Fine. I'll let you choose one of my dresses..." Jada said while she rummages and sorts out those dresses that have sequins and style to those, I think, looking simple with a wee bit of fanciness because of the gold and silver laces.

When she's done, she takes a step backward before pointing to her dresses that are lined up in my bed. "Okay, choose what dress you think is going to add to you to look more professional like you said."

Honestly, I still don't want to wear any of Jada's dresses. But I know that both of them aren't going to let me go, so I just took one of Jada's dresses, a color peach that has nothing on it but the color itself. "Okay, this is the one," I said as I showed it to Dad and Jada, who were looking at me with a smile on their faces. "Go out of my room so I can change, geez!"

Jada just chuckled at my remark while Dad just shook his head as they both went out of my room. I sighed before going to the bathroom and started my quick bath. After finishing, I instantly wear Jada's peach dress that is freaking skin-tight!

"Oh, my God! No!" I muttered under my breath as I stared at myself in the full-length mirror wearing a sexy, little skin-tight peach dress with a plunging neckline that has patch pockets on both sides of my waist and embroidered on the back with a jeweled flower and also a mid-thigh length.

My embarrassment bubbling up, I shout. "Jada! You f*****g tricked me, you b***h!" I said as I could see at the mirror my cheeks going red.

I heard the door of my room open, so I quickly turned around only to see Jada gaping at me like she had seen a ghost.

"No, I'm going to change. You don't need to rub it in my face that your dress looks ugly to me," I said, but Jada just shook her head, still looking at me with her wide eyes and her mouth still open.

"You are a freaking goddess right now, Lavender! What are you talking about?" Jada said as she took steps towards me and touched the cloth of her dress I was wearing. "Wow, Lavender. I never thought you'd be this beautiful. If only you always wear something nice, you'll see, dudes will line up out there, and Dad's going to be having headaches the whole day."

Tch! "You're such a flatterer, Jada. But you see this..." I said, then showed Jada the plunging neckline. "I can't wear something like this, and this is too much already for a caregiver."

Jada blows a loud breath as she looks at my body wearing her dress. "Okay, do you want me to fix this..." She pointed to the plunging neckline. "... or do you want to change? Because honestly speaking, we can just cover this neckline with a long scarf. Choose."

I turned to the mirror and looked at myself, knowing if I wanted to change or do what Jada suggested to do. "I feel uncomfortable too with this mid-thigh length." I walked towards Jada's dresses that are still scattered on my bed. "I'm going to change. Something that isn't revealing and short."

"Oh, come on. That was good already," she said, referring to my first try of wearing Jada's clothes but no.

I really can't wear anything fancy or sexy or glamorous, just like how Jada always looks. Wearing Jada's dresses will make me look like I don't need to work. She's lucky that she has found a stable job and established a small coffee shop that became instantly famous while I need to work hard.

"Still a no, Jada. There's too much sexiness on this too. Want I want is something simple, where my employer will know that I'm wearing something comfortable whenever I need to move faster or assist someone. You wouldn't understand because you haven't experience taking care of someone sick but what I'm saying is facts, Jada." I stopped when my eyes dropped on one of Jada's dresses, only a black printed tea dress.

I immediately grabbed it, and with a smile, I showed it to Jada. " This is the one."

Jada just gave me a deadpan look before gesturing to my bathroom. "Change now. I still need to fix your hair."