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surprise) but I
strangely ache for a true answer. For his honesty. I know he’s not going to
share it now, not when the cameras are rolling and with Scott sitting right
beside me.
“Deal,” I say.
The psychic clicks her tongue. “I think I’m picking up
someone else’s energy. It’s very black, very dark, not good at all.”
“Definitely Connor,” Loren says with a wink.
Connor actually cracks a smile, and as far as I can tell,
it’s genuine.
“No,” Madame Charmaine says. “It’s from her.” She stares
right at Lily. No, no, no .
“You’re going to be married soon, are you not?”
Lily slides lower on the loveseat, uncomfortable with the
attention, especially as Brett and Ben direct both of their lenses at her.
“Yes,” she says in a small, feeble voice. Lo sets their paper plates on the
coffee table.
“All right,” Connor says, standing and nearing the psychic.
“I think that’s enough magic for one night.” He puts a hand on Madame
Charmaine’s elbow, and she rises with the pressure. “It was really nice to meet
someone who’s dabbled in the dramatic arts, but I think it’s time for you to
go.”
Loren mouths, thank
you , to Connor, and then he rubs Lily’s back.
But Scott has to ruin it as he stands. “I’m in charge of
production, Connor. I say when these events end.” He looks to the clock. “And
we have ten more minutes.”
On cue, Madame Charmaine directs her next question to Lily.
“This wedding, you don’t want to go through with it, do you?”
“What?” Lily’s eyes grow wide. “No…” She looks to Loren. “I
mean, yes. Yes, I do want it. Why wouldn’t I?” She glances at the camera in
alarm. “I…I love Lo so much. He’s my best friend…”
“Hey,” Lo says, tugging her to his chest, now settled on his
lap. “You don’t have to tell that old hag anything.”
Ryke shakes his head and mutters
under his breath, “Did he just fucking call her an old hag?”
“Yep,” Daisy says.
“Fucking fantastic.”
Lily doesn’t look well. Her shoulders curve forward like
she’s a shivering puppy caught in the rain. I stand next to Connor. “Okay,
Madame…” I can’t even say her name without rolling my eyes too. “…either you
leave early…” I give Scott a glower before he can refute. “Or stop badgering my
sister.”
But her lips fly open again. “Why would you get married if
you’re full of apprehension?” she asks Lily.
I am going to kill Scott! If he planted these questions at
all…I actually let out a little growl, and Connor puts a hand on my shoulder. I
want to pluck out Scott’s eyeballs with my nails. And then stomp on them with
the sharp point of my heel.
I spin towards him, my eyes growing hot. “Did you tell her
to ask these questions?”
Scott feigns confusion. “Now why would I do that?”
Lily stammers. “I-I’m not apprehensive.” But she is.
After her sex addiction became public, Fizzle’s publicists
suggested the best options for damage control. At the top of the list—a
marriage. It would show that Lily’s in a committed relationship. That she’s not
as deviant as the world believes.
So our mother and father have cut Lily off financially until
she legally marries Loren. And our parents wanted them to wait a full year, so
it wouldn’t seem like a shotgun wedding. Not very many people know that this is
a scheme. But even so, the marriage will be real. In six more months, she’ll no
longer be a Calloway.
This is not a wedding out of love (even though they’d most
likely marry in five, six years regardless). Our parents decided this for them,
and so the wedding is just one based on money and appearance. Nothing more.
Lily and Loren
both have reservations and doubts. I’ve talked to Lily about it, and she’s told
me point-blank that she hates the idea of looking back at her wedding pictures
and just seeing something fake and cold. I want their marriage to start out on
good terms too, but I
strangely ache for a true answer. For his honesty. I know he’s not going to
share it now, not when the cameras are rolling and with Scott sitting right
beside me.
“Deal,” I say.
The psychic clicks her tongue. “I think I’m picking up
someone else’s energy. It’s very black, very dark, not good at all.”
“Definitely Connor,” Loren says with a wink.
Connor actually cracks a smile, and as far as I can tell,
it’s genuine.
“No,” Madame Charmaine says. “It’s from her.” She stares
right at Lily. No, no, no .
“You’re going to be married soon, are you not?”
Lily slides lower on the loveseat, uncomfortable with the
attention, especially as Brett and Ben direct both of their lenses at her.
“Yes,” she says in a small, feeble voice. Lo sets their paper plates on the
coffee table.
“All right,” Connor says, standing and nearing the psychic.
“I think that’s enough magic for one night.” He puts a hand on Madame
Charmaine’s elbow, and she rises with the pressure. “It was really nice to meet
someone who’s dabbled in the dramatic arts, but I think it’s time for you to
go.”
Loren mouths, thank
you , to Connor, and then he rubs Lily’s back.
But Scott has to ruin it as he stands. “I’m in charge of
production, Connor. I say when these events end.” He looks to the clock. “And
we have ten more minutes.”
On cue, Madame Charmaine directs her next question to Lily.
“This wedding, you don’t want to go through with it, do you?”
“What?” Lily’s eyes grow wide. “No…” She looks to Loren. “I
mean, yes. Yes, I do want it. Why wouldn’t I?” She glances at the camera in
alarm. “I…I love Lo so much. He’s my best friend…”
“Hey,” Lo says, tugging her to his chest, now settled on his
lap. “You don’t have to tell that old hag anything.”
Ryke shakes his head and mutters
under his breath, “Did he just fucking call her an old hag?”
“Yep,” Daisy says.
“Fucking fantastic.”
Lily doesn’t look well. Her shoulders curve forward like
she’s a shivering puppy caught in the rain. I stand next to Connor. “Okay,
Madame…” I can’t even say her name without rolling my eyes too. “…either you
leave early…” I give Scott a glower before he can refute. “Or stop badgering my
sister.”
But her lips fly open again. “Why would you get married if
you’re full of apprehension?” she asks Lily.
I am going to kill Scott! If he planted these questions at
all…I actually let out a little growl, and Connor puts a hand on my shoulder. I
want to pluck out Scott’s eyeballs with my nails. And then stomp on them with
the sharp point of my heel.
I spin towards him, my eyes growing hot. “Did you tell her
to ask these questions?”
Scott feigns confusion. “Now why would I do that?”
Lily stammers. “I-I’m not apprehensive.” But she is.
After her sex addiction became public, Fizzle’s publicists
suggested the best options for damage control. At the top of the list—a
marriage. It would show that Lily’s in a committed relationship. That she’s not
as deviant as the world believes.
So our mother and father have cut Lily off financially until
she legally marries Loren. And our parents wanted them to wait a full year, so
it wouldn’t seem like a shotgun wedding. Not very many people know that this is
a scheme. But even so, the marriage will be real. In six more months, she’ll no
longer be a Calloway.
This is not a wedding out of love (even though they’d most
likely marry in five, six years regardless). Our parents decided this for them,
and so the wedding is just one based on money and appearance. Nothing more.
Lily and Loren
both have reservations and doubts. I’ve talked to Lily about it, and she’s told
me point-blank that she hates the idea of looking back at her wedding pictures
and just seeing something fake and cold. I want their marriage to start out on
good terms too, but I
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