Secrets and the Bride

“They said they’re sending a car for you. It will be here in an hour. I have plans for brunch, so I won’t be here. Your father is out of the house too, so you need to make sure you’re ready to go when they arrive. Don’t make their driver wait on you.”

“I won’t,” I agree.

She really thinks I can’t do anything on my own. What if I can’t? I’ve spent most of my life in boarding schools where everything was so regulated. It’s been a bit jarring being back home full time, and sometimes I miss school. That’s a feeling I was sure I’d never have, but at least I was free to be myself there.

“Then I’ll see you when you get back, unless we end up making it out to the party.”

I walk over and kiss her on each cheek before she leaves, closing the door behind her. I do a little happy dance because I can’t believe I get to go. What a stroke of luck that Cora thought to even invite me. I wonder if Cillian spoke to her.

This could be my chance to get him to see me as more than a sister-in-law. Maybe I could seduce him. A warm, fuzzy sensation lights up deep inside of me. I know this might not be a forever thing, but I could get my first kiss. One that was from desire and not some forced arrangement. I could have memories I’ll treasure forever.

My phone buzzes and snaps me back to reality. I remember I have an hour to get myself ready. Rushing over, I grab my phone off the floor and see a text from Cillian.

Cillian: Morning, sunshine. Sorry it took me a moment to respond. I was working on a plan.

Cillian: I think it worked. See you soon.

I stare down at the messages and wonder if his texts mean what I think they do. He must have had his mother call mine. That would mean he really wants me there. I wish I wasn’t too shy to ask. I let out a small scream when another text pops up. What is wrong with me?

Cillian: You’re coming

I have a dirty thought about coming, and my cheeks heat. I know that’s not what he meant, but I am a little curious about the text as I read into it more than I should. There is no punctuation on it, so I’m not sure if it’s a question, an FYI, or a demand. Once again, my mind goes dirty, and I’m hoping it’s a demand. Deciding it’s better to lean into it, I send a text back.

Me: I’d love to come

A second after I hit send, I bite my bottom lip nervously. I’m sure his mind isn’t in the gutter like mine, which is totally fine, I reassure myself before I rush to pack with a big, bright smile on my face.