Brayden, Melissa: How Sweet It Is

Wonderful.

Now on a fact-finding mission of horror, Molly turned next to the mirror. She studied the lines on her face up close, and what she found there made her want to just curl up into a little ball and abandon the evening altogether. Just as she suspected, the early signs of crow’s feet. At least when she smiled just wide enough. She blew out a defeated breath. She was getting old and fat and there was nothing she could do about it. Okay, so maybe she was indulging her dramatic side a little. She was allowed in such a moment.

Gathering her courage, she swallowed solemnly and shook herself out of the downward spiral. No more time for this. Downward spiraling would have to take five.

Instead, plan B.

She shimmied into her loosest pair of dark blue jeans and capped it off with a white dress shirt, and simple heels. Less is more when the going’s rough. Plus, she was going to see family, who loved you no matter what, right? There was no one there she needed to impress.

Chapter Two

Jordan Tuscana felt strange as she drove through the streets of Applewood. Perhaps she should have prepared herself more. It was home, but it wasn’t. So familiar, yet so much had changed at the same time. Her old high school had an electronic marquee now. The hardware store looked to have been remodeled, and then there were the sidewalks through the center of town. They’d been repaved and had kind of a winding quality to them now. A nice touch. She studied the faces of the people she passed, recognizing many and some not at all.

It looked great, she thought, the town. She’d known Applewood practically her entire life and though it felt different, it was still close to her heart. Still hers.

But this wasn’t going to be easy, the whole being back thing. There had been a reason she’d stayed away for so long, and the weight of that sadness now sat heavily upon her heart. She’d avoided it for as long as she possibly could. Declining invitations, evading family gatherings, and ignoring phone messages. She’d exhausted every tactic in her arsenal, and it was time to face what lay ahead.

But this time when she pulled into the driveway, there would be no Cassie to hug her until they both fell to the ground outside of their parents’ home. She wouldn’t be there to tease her mercilessly or call her “kiddo.” They wouldn’t spend hours together on the old soccer field knocking the ball back and forth while they talked about every aspect of each other’s life. Shooting the breeze, they’d called it, when those talks were actually so much more than that to Jordan.

Of course, there’d been no Cassie for years now, but Jordan had done everything she could to avoid the places she’d recognize her sister’s absence the most.

And that meant Applewood.

Her phone buzzed and she clicked it to speakerphone just as she stopped at one of the town’s two traffic lights. A line of elementary school kids was led across the crosswalk in front of her car by, wouldn’t you know it, Mrs. Altschull, her teacher from back in the day. This was seriously the twilight zone.

“You still alive?” Her best friend George’s voice filled the car. He was in LA for another week or so at the premiere of a film they’d worked on together.

Jordan sighed. “Thus far. But the day is young.”

“Don’t be dramatic. That’s my job. Just wanted to check in on you, stroke your head from afar if that’s what you need.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll call you when I’m settled and you can tell me about all the fashion catastrophes at the premiere.”

“Will do. Wish you were here.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think the studio shares that sentiment. Plus, I need some time away.”

“I know, sweets. I love you more than Prada. We’ll talk soon.”

“We better. Bye, Georgie.”

It was five minutes later when she took a deep breath and eased her car into the driveway of the Tuscana home. As she looked up at the house she’d spent most of her childhood nestled inside, her heart thrummed nervously in her chest.

Yeah, this was gonna be rough.

Rallying, she reminded herself of all the reasons she’d come. The biggest of which was easy. She missed her family. It was her father’s sixtieth birthday in a few weeks, and her mother had begged her to not let it go by without a visit. Then there was the fact that her own life was radically off-kilter. She’d spent much of the year on location shoots from LA to Austin and hadn’t seen her apartment in Chicago in months. Her love life was a joke. And then there was the fact that the studio had her banned from her own movie set when she’d shown her highly inappropriate lead actor she wasn’t his personal blow up doll.

So here she was, needing to take a few steps back, assess her life, and find a way to put it all back together again. And that meant going back to basics. She had to remind herself of who she was before she could figure out where she was going. Deep down, she knew her family, her old friends, and this town would do that for her…if she could just let them.

“Jordana Avery Tuscana,” her mother practically shouted from the front porch. “You come here this minute!” She held her arms open and smiled widely as Jordan approached. Once her mother’s arms enveloped her, she instantly sank into that feeling of comfort they always provided. It felt good, and in response, her eyes welled up at the long forgotten feeling. She pulled back enough to meet her mom’s sentimental gaze. She wiped away a tear from Jordan’s cheek and Jordan laughed at herself and the unexpected emotion.

“Hiya, Momma. I missed you.”

“Hi, sweetheart. It’s been too long since I’ve seen this face; you know this, don’t you?” She shook Jordan’s chin slightly.

“I know.”

“And you should be ashamed of yourself for not coming home in so long. Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you get away again so quickly. You’re staying for a while. Understood?”

“Feisty. But yeah, that’s the plan. If that’s okay with you and Dad.”

“We insist. Daddy’s taking care of some of the details for dinner at Gibson’s. Your brother will be there, and Teresa and the kids along with the rest of the family.” She paused, studying Jordan a moment. “How are you? And don’t kid a kidder.”

Amalia Tuscana had aged since Jordan saw her last. Not a great deal but enough that it caught her attention. Small lines had sprung up around her eyes. She was thinner than ever before, and most of her hair was now white, not just the subtle streaks she remembered. She decided to answer honestly. “I’ve had better months. I think I just need a little break from everything. The studio thinks so too. Actually, they’ve insisted on it, which is kind of the problem. I was pulled from the movie. They’ve brought in another producer to fill my slot.”

As her mother opened her mouth, probably in question, Jordan held up a hand. “Can we maybe talk about it later? I don’t think I have it in me right now.”

“Of course. I’m here if you want to…talk.” Jordan nodded. She’d not had many heart-to-hearts with her mother over the years. It had always been Cassie she’d turned to for advice or to confide in. And more recently, George. He was pretty much her go-to. Her parents, though always well intended, had never understood what motivated her and disapproved of many of her choices. Okay, all of them. They disagreed with all of her choices. But then she hadn’t been exactly helpful in that department either. Not the easiest kid to raise.

“Thanks. Maybe.”

Her mother’s eyes dimmed in defeat. “Well, your room is waiting for you if you’d like to take an hour or so before dinner to rest or freshen up.”

Jordan leaned in and kissed her mother’s cheek. “It’s good to be home.”