CHAPTER 6
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I enjoyed the night.
I never felt so alive and I knew music was the only thing that could spare me from my sadness.
Lawrence drove me to the hospital after our gig, though, he wasn't allowed inside since visiting hours were already over. So I had to walk myself through the quiet corridors and unconsciously smiling and greeting the nurses that I ran into.
When I took a turn left headed to Rache's room, I caught my parents outside talking seriously to each other.
My Mom was seated on the bench and my Dad was standing in front of her with his arms folded and his forehead wrinkled. The squeaking sound produced by my sneakers were enough to make them both turn to me.
"Robyn..." Mom uttered when she saw me coming.
I felt pain in my chest when I saw how she smiled weakly at me. Even how she mentioned my name made my heart grew fragile.
It's been days but I can tell that she's still so bothered with Rache's condition. I can't blame her though, I miss Rachaela, too.
"Can we talk, honey?" Dad sounded so serious.
Recently, I have been getting a lot of first times from my parents. They usually talk casually to me, and this kind of atmosphere kinda creeps me out. Like I'm gonna be grounded or forbidden to have fun or something.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?"
I actually have no idea what they want to tell me.
I occupied the seat next to my Mom. But Dad remained standing with his arms still folded, but this time much tighter and the veins in his arms were slightly showing.
"Rachaela's wedding..." She almost whispered.
"Oh, shoot! Mom, what are we gonna do?"
Come to think of it, the wedding's in three weeks! Have our families talked? Do they even know what happened to my sister? I noticed that not one of the royal family has ever visited Rachaela since she got confined.
"I can't tell the Chauncey's what happened to your sister." Mom looked down on her feet and rested her hands on her lap.
"Why not?" My eyebrows furrowed.
"You have to tell them, Mom. They should at least check out on their future daughter-in-law and know what's happening to her!"
Especially the guy my sister's going to marry! Don't they communicate? Shouldn't he probably be in hysteria now that her wife-to-be is bedridden?
"The wedding can't be cancelled, Robs." I frowned.
Why not?
"Why does this all sound so complicated? Then move it to another date! Let's wait for my twin to wake up. Then let her rest for some time before resume the wedding!"
"It can't be moved, Robyn! It just can't!"
"Why not, Mom? We don't even know when Rachaela's gonna wake up! Is it so hard to tell them?" She fell silent.
I looked at Dad for an answer but his gaze directed to Mom's as if telling me she's the only one who could give it.
"Mom, please." The moment I held her hand, she bursts into tears.
"You know how Rachaela has always dreamed on having a wedding with a royalty, Robyn? She wanted it so bad. So bad, that she made herself an epitome of perfection so she could achieve it. And now, she's given that chance." Her sniffles grew louder. "But because of that stupid accident, she may lose that! Robyn, your sister's dream would crumble!"
"Everything's been set and prepared. We can't postpone this now. If we move or cancel the wedding, the Chauncey's may grow impatient and find your sister incompetent to be their in-law."
My heart began to beat slower as I slowly absorbed all the clarification I needed.
I could not imagine my sister breaking down in tears.
She's wonderful, she's perfect! She deserves the world. All of it, and the rest it could offer.
"We cannot make them wait, honey. It's embarrassing to make the Chaunceys wait, it's dishonoring and shameful for our part. They might replace her."
Now it's all clear to me.
I wanted to get mad.
First, at the Chauncey's for treating a royal wedding like a job hiring segment. That when someone isn't fit for the job just fine is that they replace them with options just because they have the power to do so. They could easily find a spouse for their grandson because many are dying for that position! In Rache's case, she couldn't because she only has one option, while they have tons.
Second, to my parents. Amidst Rachaela's condition, the wedding shouldn't be of importance right now. What fancy chandeliers or long flowing gown be of more value than my sister's life? But I can't blame them. I know how Rache wants this so bad.
And third, for whoever that driver who caused all of these to happen! If it weren't for that person, everything would sail smoothly by now! I wanted to so much to vent my anger on those people, but I couldn't ㅡ I didn't. Anger won't solve anything, compromising does.
"Do you think I could be granted a royal pass to talk to the Chowsky's? Err, or whatever they're called."
"Chauncey's." Mom corrected. "And I don't think it's that easy. Royalties have their own decisions to make. And even if I try to talk them out if it, they may just end up being disappointed, that's the least we could do."
I sighed heavily. I'm starting to feel more agitated. No, pissed. I'll cut down the list of the people I'm angry at to one ㅡ the Chaunceys.
What now? Just because they're royalty and we're commoners with a prominent family name is that we get to own the honor of adjusting to their wants? Heck, I don't even know them. The rulers of Manchester? Kings and Queens? I'm Californian for pete's sake, they don't even hold the power in my country!
If not only for Rachaela I would've voluntarily find a potential spouse for their grandson so they wouldn't be putting all the pressure in our family like this! Geez.
Out of frustration, I pulled my hair like a retarded person in front of my parents.
I know I was supposed to help, but looks like I added even more frustration to the situation.
"If only there's anything I could to to help..." I whispered with my palms covering my face to hide my confusion. My mood from anger shifted to gloom.
Is there any other way? Because if there is, I'd be willing to do anything just to make this wedding possible without having to replace my sister's position. And when I say anything, I am true to my words.
"Actually, sweetie..." Dad sat beside me and held my hand.
"There is."
"There is?" He nodded. I felt my entire system activated after what he said.
I would do it! I'm surely going to do it whatever it is!
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