Lost and Found
Chapter 17 - Belle of The Ball
Candy sat in the garden on a little wooden bench that she'd assembled herself, looking out over the flowerbeds filled with sunflowers, fox gloves and freshly bloomed bluebells as she sipped from a mug of tea. Steam billowed into the summer air as she took in the beautiful view, the reward for her hard work in the garden over the past few weeks. As she glanced over towards the lawn, she remembered her water fight with Daniel that had caused her to end up with a soaked top, allowing her son to see her breasts for the first time. A wicked little grin crossed her lips as she thought about everything that moment had led to and how grateful she was that it had played out the way it had. It had only been a few weeks since Daniel had left on the train, but she had missed him terribly. Her bed felt empty and the house seemed lonely without him, but she still knew, deep down in her heart, that she had done the right thing. He needed to live his life while he was young, explore the world, experience the things she hadn't been able to. It was a short term sacrifice she was making for a long term gain for her son. After how long they had been apart, she had a lot of things to make up for and this was part of that as far as she was concerned.
As she did her best to relax while thinking about Daniel and their relationship her phone rang, breaking the peaceful silence of the morning and causing the birds assembled at the feeder to scatter up into the sky. Checking the display she saw that it was her long time friend Pamela. She was one of the people Candy had hired to work with her as the clothing business had soared to incredible and unexpected levels of success. It was a nice feeling, being able to use her personal success to spread the wealth around amongst those who had stuck by her in recent years, paying them back for their friendship and kindness during her darkest hours. She paid her employees well and allowed them flexible hours so they could work around their kids, other jobs and just life in general. She couldn't be prouder of how everything had worked out and of course, Daniels contributions had been a huge part of that. He had been the one to help get things off the ground and to support her financially while working his ass off at the building site. She would never be able to repay him for what he had done for her, but she would do her best to show him her appreciation, every single day. Just that morning, she had taken a picture of herself fresh out of the shower, naked and wet, with droplets of water running down her smooth skin. She'd been quite pleased with how it had come out, a nice 'good luck' present to send him for his pending international travels.
"Good morning Pam," she said warmly as she answered the call, "how are you doing?"
"I'm good thanks Candy," she replied, "are you getting excited for the awards ceremony?" She was referring to a local event for independent businesses in the area that was happening later on in the day that they'd both be attending. It was intended to help bring attention to the local companies involved while rewarding them for contributions to the community. It was hardly the Oscars, but for their small little town, it was as close as you could get.
"A little bit, it's not like we have been nominated or anything, but it's certainly nice to be invited."
"You should be proud Candy, the hubby was telling me that only the cream of the crop of local businesses get invited, which is even more impressive considering you've only been running for a few months!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Candy replied, a wide smile on her face as she thought about how far they'd come. "So have you sorted your outfit?"
"Yes, all picked out! One of your pieces of course, I'll be like a walking billboard!" They both laughed together at the joke as Candy took another sip of her tea.
"Can we write the company name on your forehead?" she replied, causing another fit of hysterical laughter from them both at the outlandish suggestion.
"That's a good idea! But you'll have to give me a raise if you want me to do that!" Pamela replied between cackles.
"Ah, nevermind then, I guess wearing the dress will have to do," Candy responded and they chuckled together before continuing their conversation.
"So I'll come and pick you up at 6:30 if that still works for you."
"Perfect," Candy replied, "I can tell you about the buildings I've been looking at on the journey over too."
"Oooh, yes, I can't wait to hear about it! Crazy to think you're looking into opening a shop already."
"Yeah, it really is," Candy replied, "but I want to keep things growing, you know?"
"Yeah, of course," Pamela replied before there was an awkward silence on the line. "I better go babe, got a couple of errands to do, but before I do...," she trailed.
"Oh my goodness, has Pamela gotten all shy?" Candy teased.
"No, you bitch!" she answered good naturedly before continuing. "I just wanted to say that I'm really proud of you. I used to worry about you a lot, y'know? When you were with him." Candy winced at the reference to Steve, a flood of negative memories coming back to her like a tidal wave. "But ever since Daniel came along, you've been like a different woman. Like the person I met when you first moved here. That was all I wanted to say."
"Thank you," Candy said sincerely, "I love you Pam."
"Love you too sweetheart, I'll see you later!"
"Can't wait," said Candy before ending the call. A grateful tear had welled up in her eyes without Candy realizing and she wiped it away as she held the mug in her hands, enjoying the sensation of the warmth radiating out through her skin. Pamela was right, she was doing a lot better than she had been, but what she had been through couldn't just be easily pushed aside. She still had nightmares sometimes and now that Daniel was gone, unexpected knocks at the door filled her with dread, but everyday it got a little easier. When she was really struggling, she would go to her room and pull out her most treasured item from her bedside drawer. It was one of Daniels t-shirts, branded with the name of his university and their crest on the front. He'd left it for her in the spare room and she'd only found it after he had departed on the train. Atop the garment was a sweet little note, saying it was something for her if she needed any comfort and whenever she was feeling particularly stressed or anxious, it was her go to remedy. She'd climb into bed, lay on her side and hold it against her, like it was him. It still carried his scent and it had a powerful effect on Candy whenever she was cuddled up with it. As sweet and wholesome as it all was, she couldn't pretend that she hadn't sniffed it while masturbating a few times too, the smell of her boy intensifying her pleasure far beyond what she could achieve alone.