And nothing like the anxious remedial who just wanted to know where her twins had gone.
Nope, now I look like a girl who gets invited to the most exciting event of the winter season.
Like the ‘royal’ engagement.
A loud banging sounds on my apartment door tells me the least favorite part of the day is about to begin.
I step into the hallway, put on my "Theo-Lite" face and join Jordan and Kayla.
“Do you not own a curling iron?" Kayla asks, waving a hand in my direction. "It would help you lookvaguelyElite. We have standards, you know.”
I give her a tight, fake smile. “Sorry, you’re right. I’ll make more effort.”
—Hey, Dono. I’m with Kayla. She thinks I’m lowering the Elite tone—
—Tell her I’ll lower her face— Donovan’s voice rumbles in my head, making me grin.
“What’s so funny?” Kayla demands.
I look at the floor. “Nothing, sorry.”
Jordan deigns to notice me for the first time.
I give her a simpering smile. “Thank you so much for the invitation, Jordan. I’m so honored to be included.”
She rolls her eyes and any reply she was going to give evaporates as the elevator doors roll open to reveal Cosmo and Wes.
“Good morning, darling,” Jordan goes straight to Cosmo and leans into his body. “Did you see that the invitations are all out?”
“Good morning, dearest,” he replies. “How wonderful.”
Then Cosmo drops his eyes back to what he’s reading. The magazine in Cosmo’s hand has a photo of his father on the cover. Red font shouts the headline "A Revolution in Lineage Purity." —Hey, Theodora. I’m worried about Wes—
I quickly steal a glance at Cosmo, then turn in Wes’s direction.
Hmm, his skin is gray and there is a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.
—Is he sick?—
—I think it’s the spell. Maybe his body has been under this hypnosis thing for too long?—
—I’ll talk to Alexis…You concentrate on your fiancee…and I’ll worry about Wes—
The look he gives me is one that I can’t quite unravel.
It’s not anger, not frustration.
It’s more like…resignation.
Like he’s given up.
But on whom?
Me?
Wes?
Himself?
