Chapter 25
ASHTON
My brothers and I are all seated in the second living room. We all arrived the mansion barely twenty minutes ago after getting Demi's cryptic call. Mom called this meeting at Demi's behest. I am still stewing over Asher's stupid action so for that, he actively avoids my eyes. Ashely and Ashal were the last ones to pull up ten minutes ago. Ashal looks slightly drunk because of the big, patronizing smile on his face as he does a little hand signal at Demi. If he was sober, he would be wearing a forlorn expression and definitely wouldn't be trying to draw any attention to himself.
Demi doesn't reciprocate or mirror his smile. She's standing firmly in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips. Mother sits facing us, her expression flat and disappointed. I can already tell what this is about.
"I won't waste your time." Demi begins with a stern look. I haven't seen her this resolute and pissed. "I called mom here. I wanted her to be around when I issue this warning."
"Excuse me?" Asher snorts. "Warning?"
"Enough Ash, let her finish." Mom cautions him.
"I do not want any of you stepping into my room henceforth. You can consider it completely off limits." She continues, ignoring Asher's amused expression. "As you all know, I am unable to tell you apart. Some or all of you have repeatedly taken advantage of this fact to impersonate another brother in front of me. For this reason, I'm banning all of you from crossing the threshold of my room. Let's leave the madness outside."
"Are you really worried about our switcheroo or is there another reason you want to keep us out of your room?"
Demi glares at Asher. "I don't go to YOUR room so don't come into mine!" She replies. We are all wearing different outfits from work and for that reason, I am certain she can tell which brother is which right now. When her gaze falls on me, she gives me an icy look that hurts more than I care to admit. She must believe that I knew Asher was going to do that to her.
In my office earlier, she refused to leave until we continued our conversation from this morning. I did a poor job of hiding my shock at her accusations. My mind was reeling with thoughts about the nature of her conversation with Asher and the fine details of it. Demi instantly guessed that I had been impersonated. It made her very livid, which further worsened my curiosity.
Mom reiterates Demi's rule.