ROSE CALLOWAY
โHeโs cute,โ Daisy says, appraising Scott from the kitchen. The main level of the townhouse is all one open space, so we have a direct view of the four guys in the living room, sitting on various pieces of leather furniture. The frizzy-haired psychic is on the ottoman, shuffling her Tarot cards.
Lily and I give our youngest sister a long stare. Mine contains a strong warning, but Lily looks more confused, like a puppy wandering the side of a road. Iโd only stop to help a sad dog if they shared my genetics. Cruel, maybe. But survival of the fucking fittest. Blood is thicker than water.
Choke on all of those clichรฉs. Theyโre true.
Daisy adds, โI mean, if youโre into the whole blond, scruffy alpha-male vibe.โ She bites into a carrot with a crooked grin.
โYou mean if youโre into the whole domineering, jackass vibe,โ I refute. โOr that,โ she says. โBut no offense, Ryke is more of the jackass.โ She
says it with an even larger smile. Yes, sheโs friends with Lorenโs brother, who happens to be twenty-three. Itโd be stranger if she didnโt hang around high fashion models older than even him.
My two sisters and I have excused ourselves from the palm reading to replenish on pizza and drinks. But really, I wanted to leave the guys to grill the producerโฆor ratherโmy fake ex-boyfriend. I internally gag every time I think ofย Scottย andย boyfriendย in the same sentence. Heโs put this disgusting chili pepper and pickle taste in my mouth. And for anyone who finds that combination pleasant, Iโll give you Scottโs number. Heโs all yours.
I watch Connor and Scottโs tense conversation as they share the same couch. They both sit tall, silently establishing their dominance, but a good amount of space separates them.
On a plush chair, Ryke observes our producer with a dark scowl but is smart to stay quiet.
However, Lo constantly interjects, sitting on the loveseat. And while the other guys keep their voices low, I canย hearย his heated retorts from the kitchen. He gesticulates with his hands, pointing at Scott more than once.
โI think theyโre all assholes,โ I say matter-of-factly. โSome just have more redeeming qualities than others.โ Kind of like us. Iโm not the most likable girl in the world.
Savannah, the redheaded camerawoman, stands beside the oven. Sheโs around our age and wears a skull and crossbones bandana over her braids.
She focuses the camera on Lily, which is not good. My twenty-one-year-old sister is the only person who has troubleย notย looking into the lens.
โI donโt like Scott,โ Lily says, her eyes flickering to the camera with each word. She nears Daisy and cups her hand around her mouth to whisper. โHe stared at your boobs for like a whole minute.โ
Daisy shrugs and climbs on the counter, swinging her long legs. Her dyed blonde hair drapes to her waist. Sheโd cut it if her new modeling agency would let her. โThere are photographs of me in my underwear,โ she says (too casually). She pops a piece of broccoli in her mouth from a
vegetable tray. โWhen guys read the magazines, they could be doing more than staring at my boobs.โ
Lily flushes red in embarrassment.
Daisy frowns in confusion and then she laughs lightly. โYou used to jack off to mags? Thatโs fucking awesome, Lil.โ
I suck in a sharp breath, worried by my little sisterโs lack of filter in front of the cameras. But I donโt scold Daisy for her bluntness. I donโt want to make it seem like female masturbation is a bad thing. I wholeheartedly approve, but Lily is a recovering sex addict who has been known to compulsively delve into self-love and porn, abusing both. Those days are over for her. They have been for months.
โI donโt think girls can jack off,โ Lily tells her, collecting her bearings.
She tries to act more confident, straightening up.
Daisy swings her legs, hitting the cabinets below with her high laced boots. I would care more about scratching the wood if this was my house. But itโs practically Scottโs.ย So scuff away, Daisy.ย โYouโre totally right.โ She nods. โI guess it would be like rubbing one out?โ
โGirls can jill off,โ Lily says.
โWhat?โ Daisy and I say in unison.
โYou knowโฆโ Lily turns bright red again, only her flush looks like an allergic reaction. Red splotches her arms and neck. Her eyes flit to the
camera and then back to us. โJack and Jill went up the hill. Guys can jack off. Girls can jill off.โ
Daisy cracks up laughing, hitting her leg with each full-bellied sound. โHoly shitโฆThatโs awesome.โ
I smile too. I love my sisters for so many different reasons.
I slide a piece of pizza out of the box with a napkin. โYouโre sixteen,โ I say to Daisy. โMen shouldnโt be thinking about screwing you while they look at your photos. They should know better.โ
โIโll be seventeen in a month,โ she says. โAnd it probably happened to Brooke Shields, soโฆโ She shrugs like that makes it okay. It doesnโt. No one likes that theyโre calling Daisy a sex symbol in the media just because Lily
is a sex addict. Daisy was only a high fashion model before all the publicity,
in background shots, a few small campaigns. Nothing big. Now sheโs a supermodel, posing more suggestively, wearing less and less clothes.
I donโt even want to think about what will happen when she turns eighteen.
When she can legally pose nude.
I wish she would care more, but she entered the modeling industry at such a young age that Iโm not sure sheโll ever see her body as something other than an object to the male gaze.
โGirls!โ Scott calls. โWe only have the psychic for another half hour.
You need to come back.โ
We shuffle out of the kitchen and into the living room, pizza and drinks in hand. I pass Connor the plate he requested and sit beside him, which
happens toย alsoย be next to Scott. Iโd kick Scott somewhere else but I donโt want to put him next to Lily (a sex addict with a stable boyfriend) or Daisy (a sixteen-year-old high fashion model with impulse issues). Seriously, my little sister dove off a forty-foot cliff in Mexico.
I wish I was exaggerating.
Lily slumps beside Loren on the loveseat, and he pulls her a lot closer so her legs are over his lap, splayed across him. She leans into his chest as she picks the pepperoni off her pizza.
โDo me next,โ Daisy says with a roguish grin, plopping on the floor.
She leans against the legs of Rykeโs chair and holds out her hand to
Madame Charmaine. The psychicโs peppered hair is so thick and frizzy, like she brushed her curls. Sun spots even mar her skin.
Ryke has kicked up his feet onย myย cedar coffee table that was transported from the Princeton house.ย At least thereโs that ugly purple tablecloth on top.
But I canโt restrain myself from saying something. โRyke, I can see the mud on your boots.โ
His brows rise and he runs a hand through his brown hair. His features are harder and more brooding than Lorenโs, but he has the same lean and muscular build. Not bulky but incredibly fit. He nods to his brother. โPlease tell me this isnโt a regular fucking thing with her.โ
โOh yeah.โ Loren steals the pepperoni off Lilyโs plate and pops one in his mouth. โDonโt leave the toilet seat up unless you want a ten minute
lecture.โ
โItโs called respect,โ I retort.
Lily raises her hand. โI agree with Rose.โ
Ha! Take that, Loren.
But he ignores me and playfully bites Lilyโs neck. Her face lights up in a giddy smile.
My achievement is popped in an instant. I just feelโฆstrange at being thwarted by Lily and Loโs constantย blindingย love. Instead of being agitated by their in-the-face groping, Iโm a little more aware of what I have. I turn to Connor, and for some reason, I can tell heโs been watching me, studying me, understanding everything. I trace his features: the smoothness of his unblemished skin, the waviness of his brown hair, and the curve of his
muscles in his arms and chest, beneath a sophisticated button-down and behind those all-knowing blue eyes.
He is power and perfection in so many ways that I will never admit aloud. His head would be humongous by the fact. But when I was younger, I often thought about what it would be like to be with him, physically.
I was sixteen when I first pictured Connor inside of me, and the most contact I had with him was verbally fighting at Model UN Conferences. Literally, weโd stand in the hallways of a fancy hotel and argue about
Epicurus and his philosophy on intangible things like love, happiness and God. Once Connor went off on a tangent inย French, I tried to keep up. I vowed to be better than him. And so I studied harder. I opened more books. I made sure I was fluent enough to understand him and then moreโto stump him. I never did, but I also never fell behind.
I am smart only because I spent hours reading. Connor is smart because heโs naturally gifted, but he does study harder than even the average person. I envy himโthat he can carry all of these talents and never be weighed down by setbacks and hardships. He just keeps moving forward.
He makes me believe that anything is possible. I donโt think Iโll ever find someone quite like Connor Cobalt.
He places a hand on my neck and his thumb rubs a sensitive place that sends chills down my spine.
Iโm glad to have him, even if I was fine with being alone and single beforehand. How we came to this place still feels like a cosmic alignment. Out of the blue, I learned he was Lilyโs economics tutor at the University of Pennsylvania. It wasnโt a ruse to get closer to me. He had no idea she was my sister at first, and Lily chose him at random. At the time, Connor and I only saw each other once a year when Princeton and Penn competed in a
Quiz Bowl Tournament, and this was a chance for him to meet me more often. For us to reunite.
And Connorโs never been one to squander an opportunity.
So when he saw me at Lilyโs old apartment, he asked me on a date. I said yes because he was challenging me to step out of my comfort zone, as heโs done all these years. I wonder if having sex will be the day where everything ends, where our journey of losing and finding each other will finally come to a close.
I turn back to Ryke who hasย notย moved his boots. I make sure that he meets my glare.
He holds up his hands in surrender. โLook, if weโre going to live together then we need to establish some fucking rules.โ
Madame Charmaine cuts into our discussion. โYouโre single now but you will find someone very soon,โ she tells Daisy.
โWell thatโs not right,โ Daisy says, the cameras rotating to her. โI already have a boyfriend.โ
Rykeโs boots finally fall to the floor. โSince when?โ โSince last week.โ
Madame Charmaine holds up a finger. โAha!โ she exclaims. โSoon.
Very soon.โ
โSo soon that the events have already happened,โ Connor says. โAre we changing the definition of precognition today? Shall I call Merriam-
Webster?โ
Lo breaks into a grin. โYouโre nasty today, Connor.โ โI have a limit on bullshit. Magic tips the scale.โ
โItโs not magic,โ Madame Charmaine rebuts with ease. โI have the
sight.โ
Connor pauses. โโฆlike I was saying.โ
โWhy havenโt any of us met your boyfriend?โ I ask Daisy, trying to steer this to a better direction, one that doesnโt make Connor look like a bigger prick than he really is. But I have a feeling Scott will edit him in the worst light no matter what.
Before she answers, Ryke whispers in her ear, and they both suddenly stand at the same time. Weโre all on edge until Ryke sits on the floor, taking her spot, and she settles in his chair, her legs crossed underneath her.
Ryke has his nice moments. Iโll admit that.
โDaisy,โ I say. โDid you hear me?โ
โYeahโฆum.โ She swats her hair out of her face. โHeโs not really the meet-and-greet kind of boyfriend.โ
โSo basically youโre just fucking him,โ Ryke blurts out. Oh look, his nice moment just passed.
At least, I can forecast that he wonโt make a move on Daisy because of her age. I think heโs more likely to run into traffic than hook up with her.
โNot in front of the cameras,โ Connor advises.
Ryke shoots him the middle finger with an added glare.
I can feel Connorโs chest rising in irritation. โI donโt know why I care,โ Connor says. โItโs not like anyone will understand you anyway. You curse every other word. Theyโre going to literally bleep you out of the show.โ
โAnd thatโd make you so fucking happy.โ
โIโd be happier if I could tie you up to the front porch and leave you there. Iโd even be kind enough to toss you a steak bone to gnaw on.โ
Lo canโt stop laughing.
Rykeโs eyes darken at his brother. โWhereโs the fucking loyalty?โ
His laughter dies down and his lips fall. โDid you hear what you said to Daisy? Honestly, how aboutย neverย bringing up her sex life. And thenย maybeย Iโll consider siding with you.โ
โYou guys.โ Daisy waves her hand to regain focus. โIโm not screwing my boyfriend. I just donโt want any of you to meet him. Heโs kind of
dumb.โ
Rykeโs jaw hardens. โHeโs dumb? Then why the fuck are you with him?โ
Daisy shrugs and avoids his dark eyes. โHeโs nice.โ
Scott suddenly scoots closer to me, his hip pressing against mine. I want to edge towards Connor, but Iย donโtย want to look frightened of Scott. So I
stand my ground and feel his warm breath on my ear. โYou should go next. See what your future holds.โ
I bristle at the thought of being told something like โsomeone you love will die soonโ or โyouโll marry a stupid man.โ Connor may not take stock in psychics, but a part of me will always be a little superstitious.
โMadame,โ Scott calls before I can stop him. โRose would like to go next.โ
โAnd then you?โ Connor asks. โWeโd all love to know when youโll die.โ The muscles in Scottโs jaw twitch.
Madame Charmaine sidles over to our couch and kneels in front of me.
She snatches my hand and scans the lines on my palm wildly. โMmm.โ
I donโt likeย mms.ย They sound like unintelligible baby muttering, which is the equivalent of sticking a sharp needle in my ear.
โI thinkโฆthat I will have a better reading with cards.โ She pulls the shuffled deck from her pocket. โSplit this in half. Do not flip them over.โ
I do as she says, randomly picking from the pile, purple crescent moons printed on the back of each card.
She returns to her ottoman beside the coffee table and starts flipping the cards right side up. I canโt see any of the designs, but I think I spot a white unicorn on one, which has Connor rolling his eyes.
Even so, he intertwines his fingers in mine and kisses my knuckles, as though I need extra reassurance before she exposes my future.
She overturns the last card. โI see,โ she says and nods. โYouโre very fertile. I sense two strong male spirits in your life, possibly twin boys in the future.โ She has to be joking.
A crying babyโthatโs a personal circle of hell for me. When my eldest sister, Poppy, had her child, I didnโt acknowledge my niece until she could form intelligible sentences. I have nothing in common with kids. And no
one needs to tell me I would make a horrible mother. I know itโs true. Which is why I plan toย neverย have children.
โTake it back,โ I snap.
โI canโt return a reading.โ
โItโs not a purse, Rose,โ Connor chimes in, his lips rising. โItโs your future.โ His amusement is palpable.
I point a finger at him. โShut. Up.โ
Connor grabs my hand and says, โI wonโt believe in it if you wonโt.โ
He doesnโt seem that upset by my declaration (technically Iโve voiced my baby-disdain before so it shouldnโt come as a surprise) but I strangely ache for a true answer. For his honesty. I know heโs not going to share it now, not when the cameras are rolling and with Scott sitting right beside me.
โDeal,โ I say.
The psychic clicks her tongue. โI think Iโm picking up someone elseโs energy. Itโs very black, very dark, not good at all.โ
โDefinitely Connor,โ Loren says with a wink.
Connor actually cracks a smile, and as far as I can tell, itโs genuine.
โNo,โ Madame Charmaine says. โItโs from her.โ She stares right at Lily.
No, no, no.
โYouโre going to be married soon, are you not?โ
Lily slides lower on the loveseat, uncomfortable with the attention, especially as Brett and Ben direct both of their lenses at her. โYes,โ she says in a small, feeble voice. Lo sets their paper plates on the coffee table.
โAll right,โ Connor says, standing and nearing the psychic. โI think thatโs enough magic for one night.โ He puts a hand on Madame Charmaineโs elbow, and she rises with the pressure. โIt was really nice to
meet someone whoโs dabbled in the dramatic arts, but I think itโs time for you to go.โ
Loren mouths,ย thank you, to Connor, and then he rubs Lilyโs back. But Scott has to ruin it as he stands. โIโm in charge of production,
Connor. I say when these events end.โ He looks to the clock. โAnd we have ten more minutes.โ
On cue, Madame Charmaine directs her next question to Lily. โThis wedding, you donโt want to go through with it, do you?โ
โWhat?โ Lilyโs eyes grow wide. โNoโฆโ She looks to Loren. โI mean, yes. Yes, I do want it. Why wouldnโt I?โ She glances at the camera in alarm. โIโฆI love Lo so much. Heโs my best friendโฆโ
โHey,โ Lo says, tugging her to his chest, now settled on his lap. โYou donโt have to tell that old hag anything.โ
Ryke shakes his head and mutters under his breath, โDid he just fucking call her an old hag?โ
โYep,โ Daisy says. โFucking fantastic.โ
Lily doesnโt look well. Her shoulders curve forward like sheโs a shivering puppy caught in the rain. I stand next to Connor. โOkay,
Madameโฆโ I canโt even say her name without rolling my eyes too. โโฆ either you leave earlyโฆโ I give Scott a glower before he can refute. โOr stop badgering my sister.โ
But her lips fly open again. โWhy would you get married if youโre full of apprehension?โ she asks Lily.
I am going to kill Scott! If he planted these questions at allโฆI actually let out a little growl, and Connor puts a hand on my shoulder. I want to pluck out Scottโs eyeballs with my nails. And then stomp on them with the sharp point of my heel.
I spin towards him, my eyes growing hot. โDid you tell her to ask these questions?โ
Scott feigns confusion. โNow why would I do that?โ Lily stammers. โI-Iโm not apprehensive.โย But she is.
After her sex addiction became public, Fizzleโs publicists suggested the best options for damage control. At the top of the listโa marriage. It would show that Lilyโs in a committed relationship. That sheโs 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 wouldnโt 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, sheโll no longer be a Calloway.
This is not a wedding out of love (even though theyโd 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.
Lilyย andย Loren both have reservations and doubts. Iโve talked to Lily about it, and sheโs 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 canโt 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 Lilyโs image in the media. Do I believe itโs worth it? Thatโs only Lilyโs call. I know sheโs complying with the wedding more out of guilt for hurting Fizzle, our fatherโs company, than regaining her inheritance.
Madame Charmaine holds up her hands. โThere are so many emotions.โ She presses her fingers to her forehead.
Connorโs composed, unreadable face is slowly breaking in annoyance. โItโs not me!โ Lily shouts all of a sudden. She springs from the couch. โI
love Loren. Look.โ She kisses Lo on the cheek and then the lips.
He recoils, the exact wrong thing to do to her right now. But heโs 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.ย Oh my God.
โOh, I didnโt meanโฆโ Tears flood her eyes, thinking sheโs 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 itโs a dirty diaper, not a ball of fire. โWhoa, guys, this is pretty warm.โ
โReally?โ Ryke says, grabbing her wrist and trying to relinquish the burning napkin from her.
โYeah, really, really. Want to feel?โ She smiles playfully, waving the thing towards him. He doesnโt even jerk back.
โYouโre hilarious.โ
โI thought I was just smoking hot.โ
Iโd 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. โThe water,โ 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, โImsorryImsorryImsorry.โ
My heart constricts, and I find Lily mumbling the string of apologies into Lorenโs shirt. He has his hand on the back of her head, his features sharpened. When he looks up at me, he says, โThank God for Connor,
right?โ He tries to play off the pain that contorts his face.
โGod always has a way of stealing my credit,โ Connor says. Lorenโs 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 isnโt burned.
Itโs an antique.
Loren lifts Lily in a front piggy-back so she doesnโt have to meet the cameraโs concentrated gaze.
Scott turns to me. โLooks like weโll be seeing that lap dance after all.โ โExcuse me?โ I sneer.
The room blankets in tense silence. Scott grins. โYou made a bet a few days ago. I saw the footage. If someone cried during the psychic segment, youโd have to give your boyfriend a lap dance.โ
Shit. Fuck. Shitโฆ
โLily didnโt really cry,โ 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 itโs there. I forget
that Lorenโs not on my side for the bet. Hell, heโs the one who proposed the wager.
I snap at Lo, โYou should feel awful for profiting off of her emotions.โ โShe was there when you made the bet,โ he reminds me. โLap dance
rain check? Lily and I want a front row seat.โ
Lily mutters something that sounds likeย only if she wants to.
โFine,โ I say as Connorโs hand skims my waist. I step out of his touch, anxiety heating my neck more than the small fire ever did.ย I am going to have to gyrate on him. In public. With millions of people watching later on television. Oh. Shitโฆ
The only upside: the first episode is airing in February, a month from now. So I have some time before people witness my inability to grind.
โI think we missed something,โ Daisy says to Ryke.
He stares down at her. โApparently Iโve been missing a lot of fucking things lately.โ
She looks away from him, and when she notices Iโm watching her, she just smiles at me. I think Ryke is worried about her. We all are. Thereโs a small fear sheโs going to end up like Lilyโsex crazed and compulsive. All this media attention is affecting her at school in ways that no one knows.
Daisy wonโt talk to us about it. And she could very well blow off steam in a bad manner.
Loren carries Lily out of the living room and up the stairs, her legs wrapped around him. Wiry Ben follows close behind.
I turn slightly, and my arm hits a camera. Pudgy Brett has a big smug grin on his face, as if he won the bet too. Well I guess everyone fucking won but me. โPut that smile away, Brett, before I make it a permanent
frown.โ My threat does sound serious (itโs really not), but Iโm edgy enough that I feel like I could truly cause astronomical damage.
I glance around at the coffee table. White foam. Charred napkins. Burnt food. Dirtied plates. An overturned ottoman. Is that a stain on the rug?
Ohโฆ
โIโll clean it up,โ Connor tells me. โIโll help,โ Scott adds.
Connor gives him a look.
โWhat?โ Scott smiles. โI live here now. Might as well lend a helping hand.โ
I have a feeling that a โhelping handโ is more than Iโll get from Scott.
Six months. Six months.
If I repeat it, maybe it wonโt feel so long.