I stay still and try to gather my feelings that tangle in a muted mass.
What kind of person needs a therapist to tell them how they feel?
Am I not as smart as I believe or am I just human?
CHAPTER 19
ROSE CALLOWAY
I can’t come.I’m so, so, so sorry! Just make sure no lilies, okay? And remember that I like your taste better than mom’s. THANK YOU!– Lily
I receive the text as soon as I arrive at the florist to pick out arrangements for the wedding.
Four months and two days– Mom
It’s like the countdown to the Apocalypse.
I text my sister back, telling her it’s fine. At least she didn’t make up a stupid excuse this time. Her “stomachaches” for the past month have been more about her fear to come face to face with our judgmental mother.
Lily went from being ignored by our mom to being told to close her legs. To wear a lighter pink lip gloss (on the rare day she does wear makeup). To comb her hair so it doesn’t look tangled in a post-sex haze.
She ridicules. And we both know it’s not out of love, but her obligation to protect the reputation of the family.
I look around the flower shop quickly. Brett follows me today with his steadicam, nimbly keeping out of customers’ way as he films me. I arrived twenty minutes early so I could pick out what I liked and so my mother would have a harder time bulldozing my opinion.
First, I choose pink and cream roses for the centerpieces. I wait impatiently while the florist demonstrates an arrangement. She has tinsel sticking out from flowers. “Simpler,” I urge. “Just the flowers. We’ll put them in one long row down the table. No separate vases, so it will looklike one extended centerpiece.” I look around and spot the table of white roses. “These for the bouquet. And we can wrap the stems in pearls.” I’m not sure if Lily will approve, but at this point it’s clear she doesn’t care.
The only request for the past two months has beenno lilies. Otherwise, I’m walking around blind.
While I wait for my mother, I click onto Twitter and type in #PoPhilly. A list of tweets pops up.
@RaderBull595:The Calloway girls are hot, but that tall one is such a bitch. I’d bang Lils though.
@TVDFan70008:Have you seen the way Lo looks at Lily? *swoon*
@thefieryheart:Brb building a shrine for Ryke and Daisy!
@RealityXbites4:I loooove this show!! #TeamScott
@SlightlySpoiled:Can’t wait for Rose to dump Connor. Fry his dick! #please
Lovely.
The reviews for the show have been much better than any of us could ever expect. Even though we’re labeled “foul mouthed, rich, and conceited” most of the articles congratulate us for being real. For not trying to put on fake faces in front of the cameras. Daisy burps, Lily says sexual comments on accident, and I threaten to castrate men. Some people like us for our flaws. Others still see us as caricatures. But I try not to let those comments bother me.
You can’t please everyone.
@Fashion4Goddesses:Just received my Calloway Couture dress! Gorgeous!
My heart swells at that tweet. Soon after the first episode aired, my sales skyrocketed. And they have continued to grow exponentially with each new episode. Fizzle has even seen a spike in its stock. Hopefully the success will last.
The bells on the door clink together, and I quickly pocket my phone in my purse. My mother struts through likeshe suddenly bought the entire store. Her nose upturns at a vase of half-wilted daisies.
“You’re early,” I tell her. Ten minutes to be exact.
“So are you,” she replies. “Where’s your sister?”
“She’s not coming.” I don’t use the stomachache excuse since I’ve overdone it already. Instead I try the truth. “She doesn’t like how you talk to her.”
