Page 7 of Powerless
My cousin Violet fiddles with the bobby pins in my hair while I sit at a stained wood vanity with my hands clamped around each other in my lap, covering the massive diamond on my ring finger. If I keep them there, squeezing until it hurts, it will prevent me from crying.
Or doing something stupid like running.
“I don’t know where it is. I can’t see anything with the way they’ve got it all twisted up.”
“It’s there. I can feel it pulling. It’s too tight. It hurts.”
She sighs and catches my eye in the mirror. “You sure it’s the hair, Sloane?”
I tip my chin up, lengthening my neck and watching the column of my throat work as I do. “Yes.” I force my voice to sound surer than I feel and let my mind go blank, the way it does when I’m performing.When I leap and spin and the lights are bright and the audience is dark, I’m comfortable.
With a heavy sigh and a concerned glance, Violet dutifully goes back to searching for a bobby pin in my hair that she isn’t sure exists. She just insinuated that my uncomfortable updo is some parallel for my life.
I can read between the lines.
She hasn’t said much about Sterling. No one has — except for Jasper.
Jasper.
I can’t even think of his name without a wave of nausea hitting me. The guilt over the words I hurled at him the other evening has eaten away at me. Kept me up at night. And the finality of knowing my already impossible chance with him will end with me marrying someone else never fails to crack my chest open.
Jasper Gervais and I are friends.Good friends.He’s made that clear a couple times over now. And I’m not enough of a masochist to go for the hat trick.
I’m sure everyone thinks I’m over him, but that’s only because I’ve become an expert at hiding my feelings. He’s consumed every corner of me since I first laid eyes on him, and he’s never looked at me as more than a little sister.
I grimace when liquid trickles into my hands. I turn them over and peer down. A manic laugh bubbles out of me as I stare down. Blood pools languidly into a perfect, shiny droplet in the middle of my palm, almost like it defies gravity, just by existing.
The puncture from where the pointed claw of my engagement ring dug in taunts me, like the universe knows this marriage will make me bleed in ways that no one else will know or see.
Sterling wouldn’t lay a hand on me, but everything else about him—about this life—drainsme.
“Oh shit! Sloane! You can’t get that on your dress.” Violet’s hands pull away in alarm before she rushes over to the en suite bathroom, black satin dress swishing against her.
Black. Again, I laugh. I’d never have chosen black dresses for my wedding. I’d choose something light and whimsical. A celebratory color.
But then, this isn’t really my wedding, and it isn’t really a celebration either. Maybe funeral colors make perfect sense.
I haven’t been able to muster the energy to complain about the things I don’t want. And I realize now, watching the small orb of blood trickle into the center of my palm, that’s because I don’t want this wedding at all.
“Here.” Violet presses a wad of toilet paper against the prophetic cut, looking downright terrified as she stares at me. “Are you okay?”
I huff out a composed breath. “Yeah, yeah. It’s not like I lost a limb or something.”
The thought of animals chewing off their own limbs to escape a trap pops up in my mind.
Violet’s brow crinkles. “Listen. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I need to offer it just once or I’ll never forgive myself.”
My lips quirk at her serious tone. “Okay. I’m listening.”
She rolls her shoulders back dramatically as she stares at me.Reallystares at me. Hard. I’m inclined to glance away but I don’t.
“If you don’t want this.” Her free hand signals around us. “If you need an out. If you need a getaway car. I’m your girl. I won’t say a thing. I won’t judge you. But if this isn’t right? If you need to run? Like . . .” She looks away momentarily, lips rolling together as she weighs her next words carefully. “Blink twice or something. Okay?”
I don’t blink, but a tear spills out and runs down my cheek.
“Fuck,” my cousin breathes. “I made you cry. I’m sorry. I just had to throw it out there.”
“I love you, Violet. I’m not sure I’ve ever told you that. But you? Your family? Those weeks on the ranch every summer are some of the best days of my life.”
