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iii)

 Cold, dark, and vacuous as space; the environment was unaccommodating to a flesh like this. Blissfully, it could not feel what there was to be felt. It did not experience the depths to which it sank. It could no longer survive the womb from whence it came.

  It could no longer survive. 

  But it was so tenderly embraced. Admired. Loved.

  This flesh, warm and beating, required exposure to the rose and violet hues of morning, and to convalesce beneath the heat of charitable blood. Only then could it feel again. Only then could it survive. 

  When it felt again, it felt discomfort. Ache roused it; sharp and dull, tender and tingling, stiff and burning. It sweated and shivered beneath that which compressed it; a warm, knobby mass. Flesh, but unlike itself; covered in fields of tawny bristles. Fur.

  A rush of hot, moist air preceded an explosion of movement that jostled it painfully. The weight was lifted, the fur, and so too was its warmth. All was carried away on percussive beating; cloven hooves against packed earth. All that remained was aching flesh, slowly cooling atop a bed of needling bister reeds. It could not stay here long. And so, gingerly, it rose and walked.

  Its shadow, tarry and black over reeds, stone, and into the sea–

  Did not immediately follow.

iv)

  Raf was unable to sleep while anxiety gnawed holes through him.

  Hearing his own voice as he described Margie over the phone, and explained the details surrounding the last time he had seen her, made the whole thing feel like an overreaction on his part. It didn’t make sense that she was just–gone, much less that she had been swallowed by some kind of freak tsunami. What’s more, the woman on the other end of the line assured him that no other reports had been made matching his description of the tidal flooding. She suggested that he search around the island, in case Magritte had simply gotten lost and wandered down the wrong road. And then she gave him a reference number. 

  It had left him feeling…unassured. Though she had done her best to sound patient and courteous with him, the nature of her suggestions and the unnecessary detail of “there’ve been no other reports of flooding” bode poorly for him. He wanted to have someone looking for Margie at sea, but now he was unsure that anyone would be dispatched at all. If the lady on the other end of the line hadn’t taken him seriously, would she have even bothered to forward the report through to the appropriate channels?

  No, probably not.

  Why did she have to say anything disparaging about his concerns regarding the water? He knew what he saw. He walked through it. Anger twisted alongside anxiety in his gut.

  By the time he had gotten into his old, little sedan and drove back down to the beach, the ocean had receded beneath the bluffs. Even so, the stony shoreline remained wholly submerged beneath the tide. It might have been easy to convince himself that he had imagined what he saw before. However, though the road was above water now, the tide could never have been able to reach the bluffs under normal conditions.

  He pulled to the side of the road, held his phone out the window of his car, and took a photo. Looking at the picture on his screen, the tide was evident even despite the low-lighting gamma noise that obscured the shot. The entire visible length of the stony shoreline was under water. It wasn’t normal, and he wasn’t crazy.

  It made the landscape look so dramatically different, in honesty, that it wasn’t unreasonable to think Magritte might have easily gotten turned around by it. It was entirely likely that, with certain landmarks missing, she’d have headed in the wrong direction and gotten lost. And, knowing how averse she was to bothering strangers, she likely wouldn’t have been able to gather the courage to knock on anyone’s door so late at night. As Raf drove his car at a crawling pace over the vacant, silent roads, he allowed himself the comfort of believing he could find her sooner rather than later. 

  His certainty waned as one hour bled into another, and then into another. It was in Squirrel Cove, on the other side of the island, where Raf had to contend with the fact that Magritte might actually, really, be missing. And, at 4:30 in the morning, he finally felt fully justified in making the missing person report.

  To be certain, though, he took advantage of Squirrel Cove’s cellular signal and gave the cottage a call. He’d been out looking for over three hours. Perhaps she had found her way back home while he was out.

  No. She didn’t pick up the phone.

  On the doleful drive back, Raf continued searching for her, taking every hopeful detour he came across. And then, he turned around and scoured the same streets again.

  He couldn’t go back to the cottage. Not without her. If he returned to the empty house and sat down, the reality–the true reality–of the situation would paralyse him. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to consider if it were a malevolent stranger or some natural catastrophe that had taken Magritte from him. He didn’t want to contend with the overwhelming suspicion that the strange tide was no coincidence; that she had been swept to sea. She had walked to the beach and, when he went to find her, both she and the beach were gone.

  She would have drowned hours ago and, if that were true, it was unlikely that Raf would ever receive the closure of knowing for sure. He tried not to think of how cold the water was, and he tried not to deliberate whether or not she’d have fallen asleep before the exhaustion made her sink. He tried not to imagine how frightening it must have been, nor how heavily the dread would have weighed. He tried not to. 

  He kept driving.

  The events of the past year might have destroyed a younger version of himself. His uncle had been the only solid foundation upon which he could stand to rely on. Uncle Bill’s passing had torn the very ground out from beneath Raf’s feet and, in the wake of it all, he clung to Magritte every single night as though she were a liferaft. Her buoyant optimism and unsinkable love granted him the space to wallow in grief-stricken overwhelm without falling into the familiar pits of self-loathing, despair, and deafening loneliness. 

  It hadn’t been a good time. Not for either of them. But it had been survivable. He knew that it would all eventually come to pass, and he looked forward to it. He looked forward to having the energy to enjoy things again, and he looked forward to waking up each morning without dread. He looked forward to getting back on his feet, so that he could make it all up to her. He looked forward to treating her again, and to being a source of joy in her life. She hadn’t merely stuck with him; she helped him carry his burdens. All the while, she had given no indication that she wished for an escape. From their situation, yes–but not from him. 

  And she had done so well to convince him that they’d get through it together; that she’d be there as the one constant he could always fall back on. He believed her.

  Despite everything, he believed her.

  Perhaps it would still be true if he hadn’t neglected her company in favour of underwhelming weed and the same twelve songs he had been listening to for the past three months.

  Oh. Fuck. He hated that.

  She hadn’t lied, he just fucking abandoned her.

  Raf’s eyes had stopped scanning the sides of the road, staring numbly ahead. The stars were fading from the sky as it paled into the indigos of early sunrise. His thoughts turned quiet as the unremarkable hum of the car’s engine filled his brain. For the first time that night, rather suddenly, he felt nothing.

  And so, it was a bit jarring when his arms automatically veered his sedan to the side of the road and his foot slammed hard on the brakes. As he got out of the car, he became aware of the intense, strangling heartbeat in his throat. Raf had reacted before his consciousness registered what his eyes had seen. His legs were already carrying him in long, hasty strides by the time he realised he had driven past–and parked in front of–Magritte.

  “Jesus Christ. Fuck me.” As soon as she was within reach, Raf pulled her into him and closed his arms around her. His vision splotched as an overwhelming wave of relief displaced the blood in his head. The weak laugh that escaped him wobbled with faint delirium. “C…Christ.” 

  Burying his face into her wild, tangled hair, the smell of sea rot and wet animal musk assaulted his senses. He didn’t care--he couldn't care. He smoothed her coarse, salt-crisp curls beneath his palm with heavy strokes, too frenetic to be soothing. It was the sharp pain of burs needling into his fingers that brought him tenuously back to his senses.

  Reluctantly, he pulled back to inspect her. Wisps of her frizzy auburn hair clung wetly to her face. Her cheeks were flushed red and hot. As he held her gently by the shoulders, he became aware of how her body trembled in his grasp. Her shirt was as damp and stained as the rest of her, in mud and grass.

  And blood.

  There was blood.

  Most concerning of all, her stare remained distant and unfocused even as he looked her over.

  Raf gently cupped the back of her head with a caress much more gentle and deliberate. His hand pulled away unstained, and what he thought might have been a clot tangled in her hair turned out only to be a decaying piece of leaf that broke apart between his fingers. 

  "Margie, what the hell happened to you?" The hand that wasn't hooked gingerly around the back of her head closed around one of her wrists and gently coaxed her arm away from her chest. She had been holding both arms tightly to her body, hands curled inward. As Raf turned her palm over to inspect it, he understood why. What met his eye resembled sliced beef.

 He immediately turned her hand back towards her. "Okay."

 The same kind of gashes, though less severe, carved her elbows, knees and shins.

 "Okay, okay. Margie." He smoothed her hair back, out of her face. "Can you look at me, please?"

 There was a moment of delay, but to his relief, her gaze did sluggishly turn up towards him.

  She drew in a small breath. "Sorry I'm late… Can we still play music together?"

  Raf's eyes shut automatically against what felt like a punch to his gut, and he clasped a hand over them reflexively, inhaling sharply. "Y-yeah." A weakly sighed laugh dissolved into a strangled sob. "We can do what ever the fuck you want." Holding himself together with an abrupt, wet sniff through his nose, he reached an arm around Magritte's shoulders, intending to walk her to the car. And then he realized she had no fucking shoes.

 He paused, unsure that his knees could support his own weight, much less hers. His legs had threatened to give out from under him the moment he stepped out of the car. With a steadying breath, he took his chances. Magritte continued to hold her hands protectively to her chest as Raf dropped his other arm down behind her knees and lifted her off the ground.

  "We gotta…take care of you first, alright?" With arms full of Magritte, he fumbled to open the door to the passenger seat before placing her down as carefully as he could manage. "Can–can you tell me if you're okay?"

  Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him before providing a small, uneven nod. "My hands hurt. And my throat…cold." She was trembling visibly, now. Much more than she had been before.

  "Alright." The quiet vapidity of her voice and the vagueness of her response was unencouraging. This wasn't the vibrant, vivacious Magritte that had invited him to walk with her last night. This was a shadow.

  Raf gently closed the car door before walking around to the driver's side and dropping himself into the seat. He cranked the heat up as high as it would go.

  They were on Potlatch already. Without realising it, Raf had been driving himself back to the cottage before he came upon Magritte on the side of the road. Home was scarcely a minute away. Still, it was a minute of concerning silence.

  6:48am.

  The clock on his dash told him that if he wanted to catch the next ferry to Quadra, there wasn't much time to spare. He parked the car in front of the cottage, but left it running.

  "Margie, I'm taking you to the hospital. I just need to grab some things first, alright?"

  She nodded. This time without too much of a delay.

  "Good, good, good." Raf placed a kiss on her forehead and almost recoiled from the heat and sweat that met his lips.

  Despite it, she still curled into herself and shivered. 

  Was it shock? A fever? Both? Would her skin be so hot to the touch if it were hypothermia?

  He smoothed back her hair in one more soothing gesture before leaving the car and darting into the cottage.

v)

  It had been a blur.

  Faintly, Magritte recalled being told something by someone–and nodding. She remembered a warm, dry sweater being fitted over her head, and having her arms carefully–carefully–pulled through the sleeves. When her fingers strained to push past the enclosing fabric, her yelp of pain had been answered by a purr of soothing consolations. That same voice encouraged her to drink water from a bottle held to her lips; as much water as possible. She recalled the feeling of being gently tucked under a blanket–and the feeling of being lovingly kissed, at random intervals, on her forehead, her cheeks, and her nose.

  She hadn’t realised that this had all taken place in the passenger seat of Raf’s car.

  In fact, Margie only became aware of the vehicle some time after it had loaded onto the small ferry, off the docks of Mason’s Landing. Its engine was off and the air inside the car had slowly cooled while the heater was unable to run. Bundled warmly in her blanket and slightly reclined, Margie was finally cognizant enough to recognize the dashboard of Raf’s sedan–as well as the cradling darkness of the ferry’s car deck. And, as she turned her head towards the driver’s seat, she found Raf beside her; fully reclined, his eyes closed, and his lips slightly parted in light slumber. His hand rested limply, palm down, across her knee.

  How did she get here?

  Where were they going?

 As the hardworking boat engine filled her ears with its loud, steady hum, Magritte felt a distinct déjà vu in how the ferry rocked and swayed over the ocean waves.

  Closing her eyes, she recalled the last time she took the ferry. It was just a week ago, on the way to Cortes Island. But it wasn’t spent in darkness like this. She and Raf had both abandoned the car to watch the ocean from the upper deck. The breeze had been salty and chilly, but not freezing.

  She remembered the sound of rushing wind. The sound of a giant’s gasp breaking the surface of the water. She remembered ghostly dorsal fins dancing atop of inky waves.

  Magritte’s eyes snapped open. “I saw the orcas! Raf-!”

  Raf’s eyelids rose with an ease that suggested he hadn’t been fully asleep. Without lifting his head, he let out a groggy, “Huh?”

  “Last night! I was surrounded by them!” Magritte beamed at the memory of it, but as she said it outloud, it sounded a little silly. “...I think?”

  “Orcas?” Blinking tiredly, Raf sat up and searched her eyes with a worried stare. “Do you…remember what happened?”

  Her smile faltered, and then faded entirely as her brain pulled up a string of fragmented images and feelings. The muscles in her arms felt stiff and tired for how they were tucked so tensely against her chest. But more than that, her hands had plagued her with a terrible, consistent burning the entire time.

  She remembered grasping at the rocks.

  Slowly, nervously, Magritte lifted her arms out from under the blanket to assess her aching palms. The moment her vision filled with more red than she had anticipated, she turned her hands quickly away. Oh, it looked worse–way worse–than it felt. And it felt bad. 

  Automatically, she turned her wide eyes to Raf. “I fucked up my hands.” Her voice was a panicked whisper.

  Raf sat up and readjusted the backrest of his seat before carefully enveloping his hands overtop of hers. Gently, he pressed down, lowering them to her lap. “We’re going to the hospital. Your hands are going to be fine–”

  “It was oysters,” she cut him off, “I grabbed a bunch of oysters.” Her attempt to pull up her hands for reinspection was firmly halted by Raf’s steadying grasp.

  “The doctor will look at them, it’ll be fine.” He leaned in closer and assessed her face with an expression of tender concern. “What about the rest of you? How are you feeling?”

  She swallowed back a painful lump in her throat. It went down like blistering lava. “Confused. I feel like I got hit by a bus and the things I remember from last night suck in a weird nightmare kinda way. And it hurts to swallow.” That’s not what concerned her, though. “Raf, how fucked are my hands? Can I still play piano?”

  “Margie.” Raf, who had been watching her from under a tightly knitted brow, diffused his tension with a deep, bodily, exhausted sigh. “Sorry, Margie, I’m not–” He cut himself off by massaging his eyes with his thumb and fingertips. And then he dropped his face into both of his palms, pressing them upward towards his hairline so that his fingers raked through his bangs. “I thought you were fucking dead, man. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. I’m sorry, I’m not worried about piano right now. I just–I want to know you’re alright.”

  He didn’t pull his head out of his hands, but from behind his palms, Magritte heard him inhale a wet sniff through his nose; a sob.

  “Oh–what?” Magritte’s fear was bowled over by a sudden wave of guilt. “Wait, what!?”

  “You were gone,” Raf rubbed his eyes once more before removing his hands from his face and allowing his heavy, lethargic stare to fall onto her, “all night.” He swallowed. “I haven’t slept. I spent hours driving across the island looking for you. The tide was up past the road, and so I thought that maybe a tsunami took you out. I don’t fucking know. You’ve been like–catatonic for the past hour and a half. I don’t care about your hands, Margie, I just want you to tell me you’re not gonna pass out and die on me before we get to the hospital. That’s all.”

  Margie wilted as he spoke. She had been reckless and, as always, he suffered unfairly for it. He was pissed off at her, and rightly so. She couldn't even hug him the way she wanted to. Her aching body loathed to move. “Y-yeah! I’m alright, I promise I’m alright! Sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Her voice meekly tapered off.

  “I’m not–” Raf groaned. “I’m not mad at you.” He exhaled another deep sigh that ended in a humourless huff of laughter. “It’s just been a stressful night and I just kinda want it to be over. Your hands…are gonna be taken care of, I promise. And whatever happens, we’ll still make music together, yeah?”

  “Yeah…”

  “Are you alright?”

  Magritte nodded, cradling her hands against her chest once again.

  “Actually?”

  She nodded again. “Just sick…and scared.”

  Magritte had broken eye contact to stare dolefully at her feet beneath the dashboard. She’d have curled up into that tiny dark space, if she could. She felt Raf’s gaze hang on her for a moment longer before he reached over to cup her face and press a weighty, lingering kiss against her left temple.

  “I love you,” his voice was soft in her ear, “so fuckin’ much.”

  Buoyed by the gesture, Magritte sat up to look at him again, warm sincerity lighting her guilty features. “I love you too! I really didn’t mean to vanish on you like that.”

  “Of course you didn’t.” There was no sarcasm tainting his affirmation. “But…what actually happened?”

  Margie sunk back under the blanket as she tried to string memories together in her head. “I don’t…really know. I remember being in the water, it was cold…orcas… Oh-!” Her thoughtful frown deepened. “I couldn’t see anything, no islands, no lights, not from boats or houses. Nothing. Just water and stars. I don’t know how I got back to shore.”

  “Did you wake up on the beach?”

  “I can’t remember.” She glanced up at him apologetically. “I don’t even remember getting into the car.” It felt like recalling a vivid dream. No memory of falling asleep, no memory of waking up…just a disorganised cluster of…experiences. They all bled into one another, but at the same time, there were so many missing pieces.

  Raf nodded slowly. “Okay.”

  “The tide was low when I got to the beach. Like–really low. I couldn’t see the waves. So I went looking at starfishies and stuff”

  She watched him shut his eyes as she said this, and he sucked in a tortured breath. “Margie,” he let his breath go, “in the future, if the ocean just…disappears like that–go…get off the beach, alright? That’s–that’s tsunami shit.”

  She turned her eyes forward once again, with a sheepish little, “Oh.” She’d never heard anything of that sort before. “You’d think that’d be common knowledge.”

  Raf paused to cast her a condolatory look before professing, “I’m just so…so glad you’re back.”

 Magritte opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the ferry’s PA system announcing their arrival into Quadra Island’s Heriot Bay. 

  Leaning back in his seat, Raf dropped his hands onto the steering wheel. “A bit behind schedule, but…I’ll bet we can still make the 9:30 ferry to Campbell River before it leaves.”

  Warmth softened his features, but as he stared dully out the windshield of his car Magritte could see the dark circles of fatigue bruising his lower eyelids–and the irritated, dry redness that coloured the corners of his eyes. His whole body slumped as his posture slowly lost the battle against gravity.

  Oh, my poor man needs some proper sleep…

  And so did she.

  As long as she didn’t have to move, she was mostly fine. But her joints ached and the muscles in her legs felt sickly. Magritte dreaded the idea of prying herself out of the car to drag through the fluorescently lit hallways and stairwells of a hospital. Blisters on her feet served as additional discouragement. The blanket Raf had provided her did its job in keeping her cosy and warm–but her hot, sensitive skin was keen to make her shudder and shiver at any manner of change in the air. It was a fever that begged for bedrest.

  “We could just…nap, instead.”

  That won a small, lopsided smile out of him as he let out a bemused snort. Wistfully, he replied, “No.” Maintaining his little smirk, Raf rolled an affectionate gaze towards her.  “When we get back home, though, I’m gonna slam dunk you into bed. And then we’ll sleep for a whole god damn year.”

>>part vi<<

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Getting Selected

The three siblings—Kevin, Alejandra, and Robyn—had planted themselves in front of the TV. They’d carefully moved the glass coffee table vertically and the the right of the couch so there would be space to sit on the ground for them to all sit together and eat. Kevin had an annoying rule about not eating on the the furniture; and since it was his apartment, his siblings had to abide. For a rock star, he was high-maintenance.

 The Illean National Report began, though the intro was rather frivolous.

 “I wish I could live with you guys,” Alejandra whined after taking a fork-full of Pad-Thai “And I wish you would marry Melissa already so she could keep making us food for the rest of our lives.” She sighed and rested her head on her brothers’ shoulder.

 “Actually,” he cleared his throat and then became uncharacteristically quiet.

 Alejandra jumped up and stared at Kevin, “No way.”

 Robyn had leaned forward to stare at her brother as well, the goofy smile on his face was very revealing. “Where is it?” she asked.

 Kevin happily sighed and took a small velvet box from the pocket of his hoodie, passing it on for the sisters to see.

 Robyn and Alejandra huddled together and opened the box. Inside was a simple yet stunning diamond ring.

 “Ohmigosh, when are you going to propose—“ Alejandra asked.

 “And how are you going to propose?” Robyn interjected.

 Kevin hushed them, reminding the girls that Melissa was just in the other room. She’d gone to the restaurant earlier than usual to do inventory, so when she came back home she wanted nothing more than rest.

 In a quieter voice he answered, “In two weeks. I’ve got a gig in place for that Saturday at the bar where we first met. I rented the place out so only our friends and family can come.”

 Robyn held onto her sisters’ hand, squeezing it tightly. She couldn’t help but feel slightly envious, noticing just how everything was seemingly falling into place for him. Kevin was a well-deserving man, nonetheless. When the envy passed, she was filled with a happy sentiment knowing that Kevin and Melissa were so in love. It gave her hope that she’d have a relationship like theirs one day.  

 In tears, Alejandra happily hugged Kevin.

 “Congratulations,” Robyn smiled warmly and handed the small for safe keeping.

 The Report’s host, Adrian Cortes, had been listing off the selected for the past few minutes. It wasn’t until Adrian said ‘Boswell,’ in his suave voice that the siblings began paying attention. The picture of Alejandra or Robyn faded away, replaced by “Rose Moreau of St. George, five,” a beaming blonde.

 “Did he just…” Ajeandra had jumped up in excitement and stared at the screen.

 “Boswell, yeah! Did you catch your name or picture, Robyn? You two look too much alike.” Kevin mimicked Alejandra; jumping up in confusion, though.

 Robyn had remained seated, “N-no I didn’t—just hurry and call mom.”

 Alejandra hurried to get the telephone and rushed back, already talking with their mother on speaker.

 “Mi hija, eres una princessa!” Elisa sobbed happily.

 Alejandra explained the situation is quickly as she could, pacing back and forth.

 “Robyn!” Elisa yelled, stopping Alejandra’s pacing. She sighed heavily and moved forward to embrace Robyn. Kevin followed, wrapping them both up in a hug.

 With their warmth surrounding her, Robyn’s heart sank, and she began to feel panicked. “I-I’m not gonna be here for

    ⁃                all she can think about is how she's going to miss the proposal

⁃                her siblings are hugging her and robyn just starts crying saying "i'm so sorry" (specifically looking at kevin)

⁃                she just feels like an idiot for entering

⁃                having not fully realized it means leaving them behind, even for a little while

⁃                she would rather struggle the rest of her life than be apart from her family

⁃                robyn's crying turns into a panic attack. she doesn't want to leave them.

⁃                melissa wakes up wondering what's happening and they tell her that robyn's been selected

⁃                their mom yells at kevin to go get his piano

⁃                alejandra guides robyn to her room and they take a seat on her bed.

⁃                a moment later kevin comes in with  carrying his keyboard

⁃                melissa in the hallway on her phone

⁃                kevin being playing a slow tempo song

⁃                it helps robyn get out of her head and her heart match the tempo of the song

⁃                melissa eventually hangs up and stands next to kevin. resting her head on his shoulder and rubbing his back while he plays. kevin looks slightly distressed as the last time robyn had a panic attack was around six years ago.

⁃                when she calms down she finds that she's too exhausted to talk to her sibling just stay with her until she falls asleep

⁃                when she wakes up the next morning, alejandra is asleep next to her. her brother isn't there anymore. though his keyboard was.

⁃                she gets up out of bed still feeling slight dread

⁃                she leaves her room and sees her mother and father in the kitchen talking to kevin and melissa. it was odd enough seeing melissa in the morning bc she has a store and employees to manage

⁃                add her parents into the mix and it was just all very strange

⁃                her younger self would've hidden and tried to listen to what they were talking about before she went to see them

⁃                but she doesn't really care about that anymore

⁃                they all smile at her, taking turns giving her a hug.

⁃                they didn't congratulate her right away

⁃                "i thought this is what i wanted but how could i leave you all?"

⁃                she was handed an extra sweet cup of coffee to wake her up properly

⁃                her father was the first one to speak up, strangely enough

⁃                "even with everything that's happened..." he's talking about her betrayal that led him to getting probation

⁃                "i want you to be going for the right reasons. not to mend things with me. money doesn't mend a thing," (a little birdy cough cough alejandra told him their plan) and that he should know because look at what he did. this is that first conversation they've had where he's finally admitted it was his wrong doing.

⁃                she knows that things won't be completely good between them but this is a step in the right direction. she awkwardly hugs him again, missing her father.

⁃                he finally congratulates her for being selected. and he says that no matter what happens he wants her to come right back home-- as in with him and her mother. that this feud between them had gone on for far too long.

⁃                she thanks him but she knows she's old enough now and shouldn't be going back to live with her parents. she had school-- ugh school! what was going to happen to her classes.

⁃                everyone could see the shift in her mood

⁃                "what else is it" one of them asks

⁃                "does the royal family just expect me to stop my studies???"

⁃                they have to remind her that this is the opportunity of a life time. only thirty four other girls around the country are going to be able to say they were selected to be considered to marry the prince.

⁃                there isn't a greater honor for a woman nowadays

⁃                she agrees to an extent but is still peeved

⁃                "maybe she could add this to her resume" melissa joked.

⁃                that got a little laugh out of robyn

⁃                Kevin claps feeling it's time to move on, announcing he's going to make chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and eggs. he shoos everyone out of the kitchen, melissa especially since she cooks enough at her restaurant. he gives her a light smack on her ass, she  turned to give him a quick kiss and return the smack on his ass, then sped away from him before he could catch her.

⁃                robyn had caught them doing that which made her smile more.

⁃                as her parent settled into the living room and melissa went to change into her day clothes, robyn snuck back into the kitchen

⁃                "i'm going to miss the proposal" she starts

⁃                "it's not the end of the world, robbie. we'll have a photographer there and we'll send you photos. it'll be like you were there."

⁃                "but the point is that i won't be. and it makes me feel so guilty." she admitted to him.

⁃                "you shouldn't. you should focus on yourself. you're potentially meeting the love of your life."

⁃                robyn's face scrunched up. she never had luck in the love department. her last boyfriend ended up being married.  but kevin and melissa gave her hope that maybe she could someone like they love each other.

⁃                "i understand the pressures of being in this family got you in this selection mess, but don't allow that pressure force you into making any more choices your not happy with." Kevin embraced her

⁃                "what did i miss?" alejandra entered the kitchen sleepily

⁃                they chuckled robyn ruffled kevin's hair as they parted, "nothing much. kev's going to make choco-chip pancakes