Page 6 of Powerless
She waves a hand and glances over her shoulder into the restaurant, exposing her elegant neck as she does. “Multiple factors,” she replies with a defeated shrug. It’s like she knows her time with me is dwindling. I don’t get the sense that Sterling is going to be the type of husband that’s okay with her and me being friends.
“Factors? Like you just can’t wait to be Mrs.Woodcock? Because no one wants that as a last name. Or is this your dad pressuring you?”
Her blue eyes flare at the mention of her dad because Sloane doesn’t see him as a snake. Never has. She’s too busy being the perfect daughter—and now a fiancée. One who’s good on paper and doesn’t go hunting. “And what if he is? I’m twenty-eight. My best dancing years are drawing to a close. I need to settle down, come up with a life plan. He’s looking out for me.”
I huff out an agitated laugh and shake my head at her. “Where’s the wild girl I remember? The girl who danced in the rain and would crawl onto the roof so I didn’t have to be alone on the bad nights?”
They’ve molded that girl into a pawn. And I hate that for her. We’ve never fought, but suddenly my urge to fightforher consumes my better judgment.
“Your dad is an asshole. He cares about himself. His business.Optics.Not your happiness. You deserve better.”
I could do better.That’s what I really want to say. That’s what I’ve realized sitting here tonight.
That I’m thinking things I shouldn’t be.
Wanting things I can’t have.
Because I’m too late.
She lurches back like I’ve struck her, lips thinningin anger as she flushes all the way down her chest. “No, Jasper.Yourdad is as an asshole. Mine loves me. You just don’t know what that looks like.”
She spins on her heel, yanking the restaurant door open with a level of violence that is unfamiliar coming from her.
But I’d rather she show violence than apathy. That means the wild girl is still in there somewhere.
She hurled words at me thatshouldhurt. But I just hurt for her. Because my biological dadisan asshole. But the man who really raised me? Harvey Eaton? He’s the best of the best. He showed me love, and I can identify it just fine.
Plus, I remember how Sloane looks at a man when she really wants him. And she isn’t looking at her fiancé the way she used to look at me.
I’m more pleased about that than I should be.
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Sloane
Sloane:Are you here?
Jasper:Where else would I be?
Sloane:I thought you might be mad at me. Please don’t hate me.
Jasper:I could never hate you, Sunny.
Ifeel sick.
The day I’ve dreamt of since I was a little girl is finally here, but it’s nothing like I imagined.
It’s snowing. And I’ve always wanted a spring wedding.
It’s in an ornate church downtown. And I wanted a cozy country affair.
It’s a spectacle with hundreds of people in attendance. And all I wanted was something small and intimate.
Worst of all, the man I’m going to walk down the aisle toward isn’t the one I see when I close my eyes. He isn’t the one I’ve wanted for the better part of my life.
I’ve given up so thoroughly that I’m settling for a person I don’t love. One who I’m sure I don’t even like, and it makes me sick.
No, this day isnothinglike I imagined.
