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“Well what?”
“I finally sold a whole lot of T-shirts,” Rory excitedly whispered in her ear.
“Wow. Really?”
“Yes. See.” Rory showed her the phone.
“Oh my God, Rory! I’m thrilled. Finally, things are happening for you. Oh my God! This is so awesome.” Lizzy hugged Rory, but was careful enough not to spoil her hair or the dress—that one Rory was so worried about fitting into.
“Isn’t this the T-shirt Arsen wore at that gig?” Lizzy asked.
“Yes,” Rory replied sheepishly. She didn’t want to even think about Arsen, let alone say a kind word about him.
“That was nice of him, don’t you think?”
“Whatever, Lizzy, I don’t think he was knowingly doing me any favors. He probably didn’t even know what T-shirt he had on. You know how these rockstars are. They couldn’t tell you what day it was if you asked them.”
“But Arsen isn’t like that.”
“They’re all like that. They don’t seem like that, but they are. Have you not learned that lesson by now?” Rory was getting slightly irritated.
“Yes.” Lizzy blushed. “Still, I don’t think Arsen is like the others. I bet he wore that T-shirt purposely.”
Rory chose not to reply. Arsen Ford was out of her life for good and as for the T-shirts that she had sold because of him, she considered them a thank you for all the things she did for him and his band while they were in Montcove.
With Lizzy constantly busy typing into her phone, Rory decided to wait out the hours quietly without getting in anyone’s way. She sat in a corner, and when they were told to head out for the wedding ceremony she followed obediently and did as she was told.
“Finally, you look presentable,” her mother said, as she looked her elder daughter up and down. Rory knew that this was as close to a compliment as she was going to get.
“Thanks, Mother.”
“Now you know what to do, right? I don’t suppose you go to too many weddings on that island of yours.” Her mother raised a brow.
“Yes, Mother. I’ll just stand there quietly. You don’t have to worry about me ruining it.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. It’s all about Tara today and I want it to go as perfectly for her as possible.” Is it ever not about Tara? Rory wanted to ask.
“And Rory, Mr. Carroll’s son, who works in New York, is in town, so I invited him as well. He’s a good boy with a good job and I think you’ll like him.”
Here it comes. The unavoidable matchmaking.
“Mother. It’s okay. I can...”
“No, you can’t. It is high time you had a family of your own. Isn’t it embarrassing enough that your younger sister is getting married before you? People are beginning to ask questions.” Her mother had a dark look on her face. She’s nine minutes younger, Rory wanted to protest.
“You aren’t capable of finding the right man for yourself and that’s why even in my old age, I have to do all the work. All I ask is please be nice to that boy. Don’t make a fool of yourself and I will pray that it works out. You cannot be alone all your life. Are you gonna die a spinster? See what happened to your Aunt Melissa? The wretched woman died with nothing but cats surrounding her.”
Rory stood silently. If it were any other day her anger would’ve reached its peak, but not today. Just one more day and I will be back home.
Rory decided to go through the whole ceremony and the party as silently as possible. She had decided long before that she would stick to the shadows and not interact much with people. It wasn’t a difficult task to lie low considering how many people were invited to the event.
She put on a smile as Tara walked down the aisle, clapping as her new husband Paul kissed her. Rory even stood in the crowd of women when Tara threw the bouquet, but made no effort to catch it.
Just a wedding party to get through and you will be done with this. Just a little more time, she reminded herself as yet another relative of hers asked her about her own wedding plans. You don’t see these people ever. Doesn’t matter what they say or what they think.
Rory was content and she liked this feeling. She didn’t need a big wedding or the spotlight like her sister did to feel happy. Small things in life, like not worrying about the future and being able to fend for herself, were good enough for her.
Rory pulled out her phone and smiled. The sales were still increasing. She was so happy she could cry, but she did not want to spoil the amazing makeup job that Lizzy had done.
