Randi pulled into her driveway and parked her car. She got out and went into her house, where she found her mother waiting in the living room.
"Well, you were cutting it close, Miranda." Mrs. Goodman said.
"I still had about half an hour..." Randi said, looking at her phone to verify the time.
"Well, getting home sooner is better than later. We may as well go now." Mrs. Goodman said, standing from the couch and grabbing her purse from the table.
"Um, what are we doing again that's so important?" Randi asked, following her mother outside.
"My goodness, Miranda. We really should have you checked out for your forgetfulness. We need to get fitted for our dresses for your cousins wedding next week. We've put it off too long as it is."
"What?" Randi asked. She remembered that her cousin, Ashley, was getting married. She didn't really want to go along with this, but couldn't tell her mother why. "Do we really need to do that? Can't we just buy something?"
"Firstly, that is not how this family operates. Your father and brothers have all been fitted for tuxes, and we will not be outdone by them. And, since you're one of the bridesmaids, you need to be fitted for the appropriate dress."
I'm what? Randi wondered. She and Ashley had never been that close. At least...not before. She did find herself able to recall her new self being asked and gladly accepting. She shook her head. Where did that come from...?
Randi sighed, climbing into her mother's car. I guess I don't have a choice...
Nadine rushed home as quickly as she could and shut herself in her room. Not that she needed to, as her parents were currently out...somewhere, but it made her feel better.
She looked in her nightstand and found what she was looking for. Her diary. Her mother had convinced her to start one when she was young. She had claimed that it would help her keep her thoughts straight, and keep her on a righteous path.
Nadine hesitated, looking at the book. This would, likely, hold a lot of information pertaining to her new life. "But...do I really want to look?" she asked herself. In her old reality, she had never had a boyfriend, never been close to having a relationship. She was focused on school and church. Relationships could come later, when she found a good, Christian man.
Now, though, she had apparently been in at least one relationship. And, given how different her life was now, who knew what she may have done while involved.
She held the book for about ten minutes, before taking a deep breath, and unlocking it with the small key she always carried with her. She then began reading, learning more about this "new Nadine".
