Notelet I: Daddy's Girl

At 16, Lacey Dandsforth couldn't envisage life any better. Through her family's connections she'd been offered a place at the prestigious Weatherford Girls Institute. She would not be alone as her childhood bestie, Grace Linderfield had also been accepted at the Institute (on merit) but who cared. Lacey had carefully handpicked her attires, statement pieces some shipped from far and wide to stand out as she always did and to dazzle the boys at Manor Springfield a stone throw away. In fact any clothing Lacey wore would have been a hit. She was as her grandmama said, 'easy on the eye'. Her long, flowing jet black hair over a near sculpted face and curvaceous body was a sight to behold. She almost looked more mature than her age. As for boys, they lined up to her beck and call including seniors. She had them in abundance for her family's annual Christmas soirées. Lately she'd been thinking who would be the lucky guy to escort her to the matriculation ball.
Lacey Dandsforth looked around at the castle like building known as Weatherford Girls to the chatter all around her. Getting out of her green Cadillac she noticed a somewhat pretty girl strolling past her. She thought, 'I bet she got in here on a scholarship'. This would later be true for the girl looked plain. What attracted Lacey to this girl wasn't the gold specks in her eyes neither was it her broad smile. She couldn't put her finger on it but this girl had something, an aura. She quickly introduced herself to Destiny Praline or Dee as she liked to be known.
Dee hurry up! You know I don't like being late to events especially the Matriculation ball. Lacey went into a reverie about all the teeming, dashing young men who would ask her for a dance. Dee stepped out looking modest in her black silhouette dress compared to Lacey's bronze, figure - hugging one-piece suit.
Dee found Lacey's head buried in her face, a ruffled sight to behold. 'I missed you for the last dance', Dee spoke. 'What happened'? Between heavy sobs, Lacey recounted to her 'only' friend how Ben Stewart had tried to grope her at the punch station even though she'd repeatedly and firmly asked him to stop. He later embarrassed her to his friends for being a party pooper.
Dee, Lacey after a long pause asked, 'why aren't you bothered for the boys' attention like most of us'? Are you in a long distant relationship!? 'No, I am not in any relationship if you must know. Like any girl I like the attention of men but I like more the attention of my father. I am a daddy's girl and my father tells me each time he calls to say I am special. That is enough for me. I know one day my husband will say the same but between now and then I am a daddy's girl and he says I have it all'. 'I believe him'.

Lacey started sobbing uncontrollably. She wanted so much to be a daddy's girl.

My quintessentially special,

Love Abba

{Note to reader: Abba is translated as father in a few languages}

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