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“Owen, what about this one?” I asked, holding up another
suit. It was black with small gray pinstripes.
“It doesn’t matter,” he grumbled, barely looking up from his
book. “The idea you had about a mini prom is great in theory. For people who
can WALK! I’m going to be stuck in this freaking chair.”
“Dr. Snow said that you’ll be out of the cast and on
crutches. You can’t walk completely, but you’ll be out of the wheelchair,” I
said. My brother shot me a dubious look. “Pick a suit! You need to look
handsome for Tasha!”
“Whichever suit will fit over this monstrosity,” Owen
snapped, showing me his casted feet.
“Owen Masen Cullen, stop yelling at your sister,” barked
Dad. He walked into my brother’s quasi bedroom, which was my mother’s office
near the kitchen, giving him an evil eye. “She’s doing all of this for you.
It’s going to be an amazing prom. You’ll have those memories that some of us
never experienced.”
“Didn’t you go to prom, Dad?” I asked.
“Nope. I think I was too busy rebuilding my computer,” Dad
laughed. “Or avoiding my older brother. I didn’t really become what you see
before you,” he posed like a model, making both Owen and me laugh, “until I met
your mother. I was in my late twenties.”
“Did Mom go to her prom?” Owen asked.
“I don’t think so,” Dad replied. “I think the one dance she
went to was in eighth grade and your Uncle Tim pulled a prank on her because he
‘liked’ her. Now, Owen, be nicer to Kyra. She’s going through all of this
trouble to ensure that you get your prom. Yes, we know it’s not school sponsored,
but it will still be fun.”
“I can’t dance. I can’t walk, Dad,” Owen said, pointing to
his two broken legs.
“The left one will be uncasted and in a boot by this time
tomorrow. It will be interesting, but it’ll work out,” Dad smiled crookedly,
his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How many people did you invite?”
“Well, obviously me and Tim, Tasha and Owen. Plus we have
these girls who sit at our table at lunch, Mae, Gabby, Lori and Khaleesi.”
“Khaleesi?” Dad snorted. “Where her parents Game of Thrones fans or something?”
“When you see her, she looks like the chick who played
Khaleesi on the HBO show,” I said. “White blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Really
pretty and very sweet. Anyhow, those four girls plus their boyfriends. I also
invited some of Owen’s friends from the orchestra. He gave me a list of names
when he wasn’t being a Sullen Cullen.” Owen rolled his eyes. “Plus, I also
invited Ava, Lucas and Adam and their respective significant others.”
“Why don’t you invite Justin and his girlfriend, too?” Dad
suggested. I snapped, sending Justin a text and asking him if he wanted to
come. “So, the final tally, Kyra?”
“Ummmm, roughly twenty? Mom’s using the same caterer that
she used for Uncle Demetri’s and Uncle Alex’s anniversary. We’ve got the tent
and the dance floor. Mom and I are going to pick up the decorations with Aunt
Alice.” I tried to hide my distaste for my father’s sister.
“She’s trying, K,” Owen said. “When Dad had to go into the
office and Mom had to take Masen to the dentist because of that mishap with the
football in gym, Aunt Ali came and sat with me. She made me lunch, helped me go
to the bathroom, brought me my guitar so I could calm down since I was in
pain.”
“She’s not my favorite person either, Kyra, but she’s still
your aunt. Be respectful. She’s working through some stuff,” Dad said, putting
his arm around my shoulder. “She loves all of you kids.”
“Tell that to Gianna,” I muttered. Dad sighed, giving me the
stern parental glare. “What? It’s true. The girl is messed up, Dad. She thinks
her mother hates her and turns to Mom for everything, not that I blame her.”
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