Four Brothers and a Bride

ASHTON I finally got through to Demi yesterday after a lot of incessant calls but when she picked up, I completely froze. She stayed on the line even though all I did was breathe quietly on my end of the phone. I didn’t know what to say to her or where to start. In that moment, I realized that the conversation we are supposed to have, was not meant to be done over the phone.

She’s expected to be back from the island with Ashley today. I don’t know why they chose to spend a few days over there but I am anxious to face Demi.

I tried to convince myself that I had it all wrong and that Demi couldn’t be Camille’s daughter. It had to be a bloody coincidence. I went as far as visiting Demi’s aunt to see if I could siphon some information from her.

Kira met me at the door and somehow assumed I was Ashal. She was very courteous and tended to me all evening. She cooked us dinner and kept topping off my glass of wine. While I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the alcohol so I could forget the harsh truth I just uncovered for a few hours, the scene only made me remember that night at the Blue Cove. I politely took little sips of my drink, a strong indicator that I had no intention of getting drunk again with my emotions all over the place.

Kira was soon tipsy. Her mother wasn’t around. I was glad she was in her mother’s house and not in public so I didn’t have to deal with hassle of transporting a drunk woman back home.

"I’m so g-glad, A-Ashal." She drawled. "D-Demi said she’d set us up. I d-didn’t t-think she could p-pull it off."

I grabbed the glass in her hand and set it down. "Really?"

"Yup. I t-threatened t-that bitch. It’s the least s-she can do for me, f-for using my m-mom and I."

"How did she do that, Kira?"

She laughed and made a silly face. "T-that D-Demi isn’t who you t-think she is. She’s a l-liar and a p-pretender. She’s not innocent at all."