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She patted my hand. “To see your family, dear.”
I nodded at the young man who delivered our drinks. “I saw you in California, at my graduation.”
“But that’s not the same as being home.” Her blue eyes turned toward me. For as long as I could remember, I knew my mother was the master of disguise, yet looking at her now, I saw a change. She was still attractive, but at one time, her eyes had danced with passion. I remembered a time when she was happy. She used to adore the arts and worked tirelessly with the Sava
That wasn’t to say that my mother wasn’t still beautiful. She was, like a flawless caricature, from her slender figure to her unwrinkled face and brown hair. While I blamed Alton for her lifeless eyes, my mother was the one who allowed it to happen. She was the one who smiled on his arm while he introduced her to his mistresses. Not that he was ever bold enough to give them that title in Adelaide’s presence. After all, she would always be his co
While his exploits weren’t limited to the women whom my mother knew, she never appeared unhappy. It went against her upbringing. A wife’s duty was to support her husband, no matter his faults.
“Montague Manor is your home, and I think you should consider returning.”
I bristled at the thought. “Momma, I have three years of law school ahead of me. I’ll be in New York.”
“I’m so proud of your accomplishments. You know that, I hope.”
“Yes.”
“Columbia is very prestigious. But you could change your mind and attend Sava
What? Sava
I shook my head in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself?” I kept my voice hushed. “Columbia will open doors.”
She pressed her lips together and looked about. No one was near and if anyone was listening, they were polite enough not to be obvious. “Your name opens doors, Alexandria. This law dream is nice, but why? What’s the point?”
My spine stiffened and jaw clenched. “Point? I don’t know. Maybe the point is to be an attorney.”
“You went off and had your fun in California. I wanted you to do that. I never had that chance. Now you’re home. Sava
“I’d hoped that while you were gone you’d meet someone. Then again,” she added with a smile, “perhaps it’s better that you didn’t.”
I couldn’t keep up. First, my own mother thought my postgraduate work was frivolous and then she was talking about suitors. Momentarily, my thoughts went from Adelaide’s preposterous dialogue to Nox. I hadn’t spoken to him since Del Mar, even though he’d broken our rule and given me the means. Though I’d considered it, I hadn’t broken the rule by doing it.
“Who said I didn’t.”
Mother motioned again for another mimosa. “What, dear?”
“Who said I didn’t meet anyone?”
“Well, you never said you did.” Her lifeless eyes opened wider. “Did you?”
“What does it matter? You seem to have my life pla
“No, not pla
The heat of the footbath was lost as my internal temperature rose. Bryce Spencer—Edward was his actual first name, but many of us in the South had multiple names, and he’d always gone by his middle name, Bryce—was two years older than me and the son of my mother’s closest friend, Suza
Another a
I hadn’t seen Edward Bryce Spencer since the day before I left for Stanford.
“Why, why would you invite them?” I asked.
“Well, Suza
I exhaled. “Suza
“Because you’re back, dear. Did you know,” she asked with more excitement than I’d heard in awhile, “that Bryce recently graduated from Booth? He has his MBA and has started working at Montague.”
The mimosa churned in my stomach. Of course he was working at Montague. One of Bryce’s many faults was that he worshipped the ground Alton walked upon. He always had, and strangely enough, Alton had always been attentive to him. I always assumed it was because my mom encouraged it. She was never able to give Alton a son, and Bryce didn’t have a father.
Suza
I didn’t know any of that until I was older. I just knew that Miss Suza
“I didn’t know that,” I answered honestly.
“I thought you two stayed in touch.”
“No, we haven’t. I stopped answering, and he stopped calling.” I didn’t know for sure if that were true. I stopped answering and I couldn’t see if he called or not. Chelsea had encouraged me to block his calls and texts and change my privacy settings on Facebook. She helped me see that I couldn’t reinvent myself into Alex with Alexandria’s unofficial fiancé suffocating me.
“Hmm. That’s fu
“Why? Why is it fu
Our stylists appeared and sat at stools near our feet. I knew protocol. I knew our conversation was essentially on hold. Nevertheless, I pushed one more time. “Why?”
“He knows all about you.”
As our stylists began to work, my mind slipped back to when I was fourteen and Bryce was sixteen. We’d been close all our lives, and he told me he noticed a change in me. He was right. Carrying the Montague mask was wearing me down. He made a point of spending more time with me.
His advances started i
Bryce wasn’t satisfied with a kiss. He wanted more. When I was fifteen, I purposely allowed my mother to see the two of us together. I’d managed to keep Bryce’s attentions to kissing and light petting, but each day was a struggle. I figured if my mother saw us, she’d tell him to stop. She’d tell me to stop. I don’t know what I thought, that maybe she’d be a mother.