“Have you asked him?”
“No, and I don’t think I can. Just recently both he and Mom have been giving me more details, thinking it might be helpful. I feel like they must have held those things close to them for a reason, and it seems rude to ask. Besides, I don’t know that any two people in this situation would handle it the exact same way, and I really don’t want to know if Dad cared about anyone besides Mom.”
“Isn’t that a strange thought?” He sat on a nearby stone bench. “Some other woman could have been our mother!”
“No,” I countered, joining him. “We only exist because they found each other. Any other combination would not have created the two of us.”
“You’re messing with my head, Eady.”
“Sorry. This situation is throwing me off.” I traced my finger around the stone. “I mean, I get why the concept sounds appealing. That somewhere out there, my perfect match could be waiting for me, and by chance I could pull his name and meet him and fall madly in love. But then there’s the feeling of being a prize horse, that I’m being judged more so than usual. And when I look at all these boys, they seem foreign in comparison to the type of people I generally encounter, and I don’t think I like it. The whole thing makes me feel unsettled.”
Ahren was quiet for a while, and I could see he was carefully choosing words, which made me nervous.
I wasn’t sure if that was a twin thing or a bond exclusive to Ahren and me, but it was almost physical when we were at odds. It felt like a rubber band pulling tight between us.
“Listen, Eady, I know this might have been the wrong way to go about it, but I do think it’s good for you to have someone in your life. I’ve been with Camille a long time, and even if everything ended tomorrow, I’d be a better person because of her. There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.”
“How can you two even manage to do that? You spend almost all of your time apart.”
He grinned. “She’s my soul mate. I know it.”
“I don’t think soul mates are real,” I said, examining my shoes. “You happened to meet a French princess because you only ever meet royalty, and you like her more than anyone else. Your true soul mate could be milking a cow right now, and you’d never know.”
“You’re always so down on her.” His tone made the invisible rubber band stretch again.
“I’m simply discussing possibilities.”
“In the meantime, you have dozens of possibilities in front of you and refuse to look at them.”
I snorted. “Did Dad put you up to this?”
“No! I think you should look at this with an open mind. You’re one of the most isolated people in the country, but that doesn’t mean your walls have to be up all the time. You need to experience a romantic relationship at least once in your life.”
“Hey! I’ve experienced romantic relationships!”
“A picture in the paper does not count as a relationship,” he said heatedly. “Neither does making out with Leron Troyes at that Christmas ball in Paris.”
I gasped. “How do you know about that?”
“Everyone knows about that.”
“Even Mom and Dad?”
“Dad doesn’t know. Well, unless Mom told him, because I’m positive she does.”
I buried my face and made some screechy sound that encapsulated my complete humiliation.
“All I’m saying is, this could be good for you.”
That line pushed all the shame out of my body and replaced it with rage.
“Everyone keeps saying that: it might be good for me. What does that even mean? I’m smart and beautiful and strong. I don’t need to be rescued.”
Ahren shrugged. “Maybe not. But you never know if one of them might need to be.”
I stared at the grass, considering that. I shook my head. “What are you doing, Ahren? What’s with the sudden change of heart? I thought you were on my side.”
I saw a flicker of something in his eyes before he pushed it away and put an arm around me. “I am, Eadlyn. You, Mom, and Camille are the most important women in my life. So please understand me when I say that sometimes I wonder how happy you are.”
“I’m happy, Ahren. I’m the princess. I have everything.”
“I think you’re mistaking comfort for joy.”
His words vaguely reminded me of my recent chat with Mom.
Ahren rubbed my arm and stood, brushing off his suit. “I promised Kaden I’d help with his French lesson. Just think about all this, okay? Maybe I’m wrong. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.” We shared a smile.
I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”