Silver
Ilied.
I told Papa and Helen I was going out with Veronica and Summer. Instead, I’m at Ronan’s house.
Okay, Veronica and Summer are here too, so it’s not like it’s a complete lie.
Papa doesn’t like it when I party. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks it’s beneath me.
It’s not like I love it myself. Unlike what everyone believes, I don’t like attention. Or at least, I like it on my terms, and not twenty-four-seven.
The three of us stroll through the entrance. Lars, Ronan’s favourite butler, greets us by name. And yes, when Ronan’s earl father isn’t around, he has his butlers organise the parties for him, and he practically throws them at every chance possible.
He makes any event a reason for celebration.
Summer and Veronica each flip their hair back. I do too, not to announce my arrival, but to boost myself with some confidence — I need every drop that exists.
For that very reason, I wore my short peach-coloured Louis Vuitton dress. It stops above my knees, the slits at the front and the back giving it a provocative view while still saying ‘You can’t afford what’s underneath this shit.’
I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and put on red lipstick, thinking of Mum’s words.
Red kills them, Babydoll.
I finished the look with red nails and heels so high, they make my legs taller and my arse perfect.
Silver Queens is here to conquer.
Aiden and Cole have always been unbeatable at chess, but what they seem to have forgotten is that I also play. I plot, too.
Just because I let Cole invade my body in that brutal, unapologetic way doesn’t mean he gets to step on me.
The thumping of some trendy pop music echoes in the air. RES’s students dance to the beat, chugging alcohol and grinding against each other.
Some make out openly, clinging to one another as if tomorrow will be the apocalypse.
“Ew, gross,” Veronica chirps loudly as we pass them by.
“Get a room, losers,” Summer continues.
I stare back at the couple even after we pass them. My chest aches at the view and I shake my head refusing to think about the reason.
“Mission?” I ask them.
“Find Cole before he does something stupid.” Veronica readjusts her generous cleavage.
“On it, Sil.” Summer gives me an ‘I’ll call you’ sign as we split up.
I told them I can’t let Cole do anything that will hurt Papa’s image. It’s true — but only partially.
One, Cole would never do that. He’s too careful.
Two, that’s nowhere near the reason why I’m here.
I begin my hunt through the house. The problem is, Ronan’s mansion is so damn huge. I get lost in it on normal days, let alone when it’s full of people.
Pulling my phone out, I type.
Silver:Have you seen Cole?
The reply comes immediately.
Aiden:Since when are you so obvious about looking for him?
Silver:Answer the question.
Aiden:That would be a no. I don’t like being ordered around. Try again in ten years.
Aiden: Best of luck finding him when he chooses to disappear.
I swear I’ll punch Aiden one day, but that won’t be today or as long as he’s agreeing to be engaged to me. I’m not an idiot. I know he’ll leave me in a heartbeat if he chooses to, and if that happens, I’ll be completely at Cole’s mercy — or the lack thereof.
At least now, he feels threatened. Now, when he thinks no one is watching, he looks at Aiden like he wants to murder him.
Cole has always gravitated towards Aiden more than Ronan or Xander. It’s like an understanding of sorts. What if he’s only hung up on me because Aiden has me, and once Aiden disappears from my side, he’ll consider himself the winner and move along?
My chest squeezes at the thought.
Since when did I start to have Mum’s mindset?
My phone vibrates with a text.
Summer: Spotted at the eastern wing fifteen minutes ago.
That doesn’t help. There are, like, fifteen rooms there.
I type the fastest I ever have.
Silver: Alone?
Summer: With Jennifer from the track team.
My fingers hover over the keyboard and moisture fills my eyes.
No.
I won’t allow myself to cry about this.
The moment I lift my head, my gaze collides with Adam’s. He’s sitting in a small lounge area with the rest of the rugby team. Those guys are popular, too. Not as much as the football team, but they have their share of girls and glory. While his team members are joking, laughing, and drinking, he’s not.
A bottle of beer nestles between his fingers as he stares at me. Unblinking. Unmoving. Almost like he’s been watching me that way since I came in.
My shoulder blades snap together and I swallow as I quickly cut off eye contact. It’s better to pretend I didn’t see him
I need out of his vicinity. Now.
I spot Xander pouring juice in his vodka bottle. Before any of the girls start ganging on him, I storm in his direction, out of Adam’s view, and grab him by the arm.
He grins down at me, showing me his dimples. “Queen B, I thought this scene is beneath you with all the stupidity around? You know, alcohol and sex. Wait, is that still a taboo word? Sex, I mean.”
“Shut up.”
Xander laughs and it’s charming. He’s charming. Why the hell isn’t he the one I’m hung up on? Why did it have to be that wanker?
“You still won’t show me your tits?”
“No.”
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a hundred so you make Ronan believe you showed them to me.”
“Ronan tried that tactic before you and the answer is still no.”
“That fucker.” He appears genuinely offended.
“You need to step up your game, Xan.”
“I know…” he trails off as Kim appears at the entrance plastering a shy smile on her face.
She stares between me and Xander, her chin trembles the slightest bit, which used to be her habit before crying when we were kids, then she turns around and leaves.
I bite my lower lip, my feet itching to go to her and alleviate that awkwardness of being in a party alone. But I can’t. She can’t get close or she’d read me. No one is allowed to read me.
“Why don’t you go after her?” I ask Xander who’s still watching the place she stood in, his fingers strangling the bottle.
“Why don’t you?”
“I…can’t.”
“Maybe I can’t either.”
“You were her best friend, Xan. She needs you more than she ever needed me.”
“So now you care? You didn’t when you were acting like a bitch towards her.”
“You aren’t a saint either. She used to always brag about how you promised to never leave her and that you’re her knight.”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple moving with the motion. “Yeah, whatever.”
“What happened back then, Xan?”
“Nothing. Or maybe everything.” He throws a dismissive hand and chugs down the entire vodka-juice down his throat. “What are you doing here anyway?”
The reason why I came slams to the front of my mind. “Searching for Cole. Helen needs him and can’t reach him.”
Lies and lies and more fucking lies.
“Oh.” He blinks slowly. “Are you sure you want to interrupt him?”
“Yes.”
“It won’t be pretty.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“Whatever. He’s in the west wing, second room to last.”
I kiss his cheek. “You’re the best.”
“You bet.” He winks.
The only reason I don’t run is because I’m not supposed to.
You never know where reporters are hiding, Silver. Always be on your best behaviour in public, Babydoll.
Mum’s words are engraved in my head like a mantra.
As soon as I ascend the stairs and I’m out of everyone’s view, I run all the way down the hall, ignoring both the pain from my heels and the one in my chest.
Images of that bound girl I saw on Cole’s phone flash in my head like a horror film.
Stopping in front of the door, I realise that my heart hurts. So much that I feel like I’ll throw it all up if I’m touched in any wrong way.