WREN
I have never liedto my parents before, until I met Crew. Now I’m sneaking around and hiding what I’m doing from my mom and dad, specifically my father, because I know he would be incredibly disappointed in me.
Worse, he’d flat out tell me no about this trip. Going away for the weekend with a boy, all alone?
Daddy would never let that happen.
Bringing up his contact info, I hit call and wait, holding the phone to my ear as I go to my closet and pull down the bag I use when I travel.
“Pumpkin, how are you?” His voice is warm and edged with faint concern, which makes me feel guilty.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“How was your day? How’s school going? Glad the semester is almost over?”
“Definitely.” I need to get this over with. “Um, I wanted to ask you a question.”
“What is it? Is everything okay?”
“Everything is great,” I reassure him. He’s been worried about me ever since the divorce announcement—and retraction. “A friend of mine invited me to go on a trip this weekend.”
“A trip? The weekend before finals? Are you sure that’s a smart idea?”
No, it’s a terrible idea. And a wonderful one too.
“I’m ready for finals. I already completed one today,” I tell him. “I have an A in psychology.”
“Of course you do.” He says it as if he never had any doubt about my abilities. “Where are you going? Somewhere close?”
“Vermont.”
“Are you driving? Another storm is coming in, you know. It’ll be dangerous on the roads. And who are you going with?”
“Maggie.” I close my eyes, praying he believes me. “And we’re flying. Her family—has a plane.”
I have no idea if that’s actually true. Maggie’s family comes from money, but it might not be we-have-a-private-plane-type money.
“Oh. Well that should be safer if you’re flying out tonight. The storm is coming in tomorrow.”
“We’ll be careful, Daddy. We just want to get away for a bit. Relax before our intense finals week.”
“Are you ready? Do you need to study?”
“I’ll be okay,” I reassure him. “Really. Can I go?”
He’s quiet for a moment, which makes me nervous. I start pacing around my room, afraid of his answer.
“I normally would never allow something like this,” he starts, getting my hopes up. “But you’re almost eighteen. Almost done with high school. You deserve to have a little break. Especially since Veronica wasn’t able to find proper accommodations for your birthday trip.”
Oh. Veronica. His assistant. The trip she was supposed to be planning for me, even though I wanted to do it. “What do you mean, she wasn’t able to find proper accommodations?”
“Everything I wanted for you was sold out or too expensive.”
Since when does expense matter to my father? I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but he’s usually able to get me whatever I want, no matter the cost—save for that art piece I wanted so badly last year.
“It’s okay. This trip will be for my birthday,” I tell him.
“Then enjoy it, Pumpkin. We can’t wait to see you next weekend. Your mother has held off decorating the house. She wants to wait until you’re home.”