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can’t see a way out of this.
And I do agree with my mother on some level. I do think this
will help Fizzle because it will repair Lily’s image in the media. Do I believe
it’s worth it? That’s only Lily’s call. I know she’s complying with the wedding
more out of guilt for hurting Fizzle, our father’s company, than regaining her
inheritance.
Madame Charmaine holds up her hands. “There are so many
emotions.” She presses her fingers to her forehead.
Connor’s composed, unreadable face is slowly breaking in
annoyance.
“It’s not me!” Lily shouts all of a sudden. She springs from
the couch. “I love Loren. Look.” She kisses Lo on the cheek and then the lips.
He recoils, the exact wrong thing to do to her right now.
But he’s trying to understand her mental state, which is gradually going
sideways. My sister is like a ball of twine that can unravel slowly or quickly,
depending on the person tugging at the other end.
Lily flinches back, not expecting Lo to stop kissing her.
She bumps into the table and knocks over a lit candle. Oh my God.
“Oh, I didn’t mean…” Tears flood her eyes, thinking she’s
ruined everything. She tries to lift the candle back up, but Loren catches her
around the waist, pulling her to his chest before she burns herself.
The flame ignites a paper napkin and a paper plate. Daisy
picks up the napkin like it’s a dirty diaper, not a ball of fire. “Whoa, guys,
this is pretty warm.”
“Really?” Ryke says, grabbing her
wrist and trying to relinquish the burning napkin from her.
“Yeah, really, really. Want to feel?” She smiles playfully,
waving the thing towards him. He doesn’t even jerk back.
“You’re hilarious.”
“I thought I was just smoking hot.”
I’d like to say that I am the normal one out of my sisters,
but I am frantically trying to grab the pitcher of water that sits on the edge
of the coffee table. So much so, that I knock over another candle.
Just lovely.
The cameras are swinging behind us, as wild as the
flames.
Daisy has to toss the napkin back down on the table before
it burns her hand. And the psychic yells something about her cards, gathering
them in a messy stack.
And then a pair of hands peels me away from the growing
flames that has eaten our napkins and started for the purple tablecloth. “The
water,” I start, but Connor places me by the wall and then brings out a fire
extinguisher.
In seconds, my boyfriend has snuffed out the fire. And the
psychic has bolted from my house with her purple bag in tow.
The quiet lingers, and all we hear is muffled, “ ImsorryImsorryImsorry .”
My heart constricts, and I find Lily mumbling the string of
apologies into Loren’s shirt. He has his hand on the back of her head, his
features sharpened. When he looks up at me, he says, “Thank God for Connor,
right?” He tries to play off the pain that contorts his face.
“God always has a way of stealing my credit,” Connor says.
Loren’s lips curve in a small smile.
I think, in this moment, I love Connor more for lightening
the mood than for saving my cedar coffee table. But I am glad this table isn’t
burned.
It’s an antique.
Loren lifts Lily in a front piggy-back so she doesn’t have
to meet the camera’s concentrated gaze.
Scott turns to me. “Looks like we’ll be seeing that lap
dance after all.”
“Excuse me?” I sneer.
The room blankets in tense silence. Scott grins. “You made a
bet a few days ago. I saw the footage. If someone cried during the psychic
segment, you’d have to give your boyfriend a lap dance.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit…
“Lily didn’t really cry,” I say instantly.
Loren shifts her a little, and I see his T-shirt, wet with
her tears. She wipes her cheeks quickly, trying to hide her sadness, but it’s
there. I forget that Loren’s not on my side for the bet. Hell, he’s the one who
proposed the wager.
I snap at Lo, “You should feel awful for profiting off of
her emotions.”
“She
And I do agree with my mother on some level. I do think this
will help Fizzle because it will repair Lily’s image in the media. Do I believe
it’s worth it? That’s only Lily’s call. I know she’s complying with the wedding
more out of guilt for hurting Fizzle, our father’s company, than regaining her
inheritance.
Madame Charmaine holds up her hands. “There are so many
emotions.” She presses her fingers to her forehead.
Connor’s composed, unreadable face is slowly breaking in
annoyance.
“It’s not me!” Lily shouts all of a sudden. She springs from
the couch. “I love Loren. Look.” She kisses Lo on the cheek and then the lips.
He recoils, the exact wrong thing to do to her right now.
But he’s trying to understand her mental state, which is gradually going
sideways. My sister is like a ball of twine that can unravel slowly or quickly,
depending on the person tugging at the other end.
Lily flinches back, not expecting Lo to stop kissing her.
She bumps into the table and knocks over a lit candle. Oh my God.
“Oh, I didn’t mean…” Tears flood her eyes, thinking she’s
ruined everything. She tries to lift the candle back up, but Loren catches her
around the waist, pulling her to his chest before she burns herself.
The flame ignites a paper napkin and a paper plate. Daisy
picks up the napkin like it’s a dirty diaper, not a ball of fire. “Whoa, guys,
this is pretty warm.”
“Really?” Ryke says, grabbing her
wrist and trying to relinquish the burning napkin from her.
“Yeah, really, really. Want to feel?” She smiles playfully,
waving the thing towards him. He doesn’t even jerk back.
“You’re hilarious.”
“I thought I was just smoking hot.”
I’d like to say that I am the normal one out of my sisters,
but I am frantically trying to grab the pitcher of water that sits on the edge
of the coffee table. So much so, that I knock over another candle.
Just lovely.
The cameras are swinging behind us, as wild as the
flames.
Daisy has to toss the napkin back down on the table before
it burns her hand. And the psychic yells something about her cards, gathering
them in a messy stack.
And then a pair of hands peels me away from the growing
flames that has eaten our napkins and started for the purple tablecloth. “The
water,” I start, but Connor places me by the wall and then brings out a fire
extinguisher.
In seconds, my boyfriend has snuffed out the fire. And the
psychic has bolted from my house with her purple bag in tow.
The quiet lingers, and all we hear is muffled, “ ImsorryImsorryImsorry .”
My heart constricts, and I find Lily mumbling the string of
apologies into Loren’s shirt. He has his hand on the back of her head, his
features sharpened. When he looks up at me, he says, “Thank God for Connor,
right?” He tries to play off the pain that contorts his face.
“God always has a way of stealing my credit,” Connor says.
Loren’s lips curve in a small smile.
I think, in this moment, I love Connor more for lightening
the mood than for saving my cedar coffee table. But I am glad this table isn’t
burned.
It’s an antique.
Loren lifts Lily in a front piggy-back so she doesn’t have
to meet the camera’s concentrated gaze.
Scott turns to me. “Looks like we’ll be seeing that lap
dance after all.”
“Excuse me?” I sneer.
The room blankets in tense silence. Scott grins. “You made a
bet a few days ago. I saw the footage. If someone cried during the psychic
segment, you’d have to give your boyfriend a lap dance.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit…
“Lily didn’t really cry,” I say instantly.
Loren shifts her a little, and I see his T-shirt, wet with
her tears. She wipes her cheeks quickly, trying to hide her sadness, but it’s
there. I forget that Loren’s not on my side for the bet. Hell, he’s the one who
proposed the wager.
I snap at Lo, “You should feel awful for profiting off of
her emotions.”
“She
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