Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

DEMI

I had expected my life to change after taking on the last name of the Rollins family but what I underestimated was how quickly that will happen.

"What? What do you mean I can't work?"

I watch my new mother-in-law sip her coffee and gingerly replace the chinaware on the tray next to her chair. "Keep it down, Demi. It's too early and you're going to give me a headache." She subtly rubs her temples with her eyes pressed shut. I breathe through my teeth to rein in the temper brewing behind my eyes.

"Mrs. Rollins please..." I implore her, grabbing a seat next to her. "I am not cut out to be a house wife. I'll go crazy. I want to work. I love working."

"You're part of the Rollins family now, Demi. Everything you do henceforth can have a ripple effect on our image and the daughter-in-law of this family taking up a job will reflect poorly on us."

I can't believe she is saying this. How did she forget to mention this part when coaxing me to wed one of her sons? This is utterly ridiculous. I didn't sign up to be a prop in the Rollins mansion. Mrs. Rollins flicks a sympathetic glance at my anxious face and the first hints of amusement creeps into hers.

She chuckles loudly. "Are you really that devastated about doing absolutely nothing and having everything you could ever need at the snap of your fingers? Demi, I have a husband and four sons who make at least twenty million dollars weekly. Even if I decide to shop every day for the next five years, I won't go broke. You don't need to make money to earn your place here. That's my point."

"I don't want to work because I want to rival anyone's earnings. I could never do that even if I tried. I just love working Mrs. Rollins, because it fulfills me. I hate being idle. I wasn't raised that way." My face crumple with desperation.

"Tell me about your parents, Demi. I never asked."

The question catches me off guard. Mrs. Rollins is sitting uprightly now and staring intently at me. "Uh...they um...they died. Few years back."

"So sorry for your loss, dear." She takes a cautious sip from her steaming mug. "How, if you don't mind me asking."

I shift restlessly in my seat. This is clearly still a sore topic for me even after five years. "Occupational hazard." I blurt out. My fingers are suddenly clammy with sweat. "I am sorry. I just don't like reliving the pain by discussing the details." I lurch to my feet, uncomfortable with the palpable silence in the living room.

"I'm sorry Demi. I didn't mean to upset you."

fingers. The room feels hot all

"Are you okay?"

at my fingertips and stare down at my

out in a

like me but Mrs. Rollins, I am not comfortable living like my life is an endless vacation trip. Could you help me find a job that's befitting of my new status? Anything is fine as long as I have a place to go to every day and make meaningful contributions to,

is onto me. I might not have as much time as I thought so I have to expedite my plans now. That text message has left me in a

"You and Ashley just got married. It won't look good if you two swing back into work immediately. It's all over social

quietly as Mrs. Rollins rants about the need to dispel the rumors of my acceptance and marriage being another ploy by the Rollins family to smooth out

the dictates of stock market prices and on the whims of the public opinion?" My lips curl distastefully. It's a different kind of prison, one I'll have to endure for

mother. I shouldn't insist." I sink into my seat and blow raspberries with my lips. "I guess It's my fate to putter around the house in my flip flops and watch the clock ticking till Ashley

in her fifties, Mrs. Rollins looks very good for her age. Her milk white skin is shiny and spotless. Her face lacks the folds and creases common with her age. We share a smile

it. What was it like having the quads and nursing four babies? Must have been a madhouse" The smile on Mrs. Rollins' face deepens and her eyes light up as I continue, "How were you able to distinguish

eyes. She takes her precious time overwhelmed by the sudden

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Rollins..."

to tell I wouldn't know where to start." Then she proceeds to tell me how chaotic life was when the quads were toddlers and how troublesome they grew to become as adolescents. She had made them wear name tags until one day

all their lives. They might be able to fool the rest of us all the time but certainly

Asher sheds his leadership role long enough to seek my humble advice. Ashley's serious and creative spark kicks in when we rub minds on his latest design sketches. When Ashton comes, he doesn't cuss around me. He is the

could find if I manage to peel back the layers of personalities the quads have built over the years until I reach their authentic selves. I am not just here to

you, mother." I shoot her a toothy smile. "If I can't go back to my

for hovering around Ashley at any of his clothing stores while watching him work. Mother buys my puppy dog look and in exactly forty-five minutes, we pull up in a sleek orange Maybach in front of Ashley's latest pop-up shop in downtown

the shop has a roomy, closet feel despite the rows of color-coded clothing from high-end brands. Mother weaves our way through the endless streams of passionate chatter from bright-eyed women with model-like bodies. When the conversations segued to the new wife of Ashely

hue of the room is blended into graceful furnishings. The walls are decked with expensive art from all over the world. Ashley, clad in a dark blazer and pants is engrossed with tapering his latest silk dress to the tiny waist of

Rather, I note admirably that they're contemplative and full of appraisal. Watching him, I realize fashion is more than a business for him; it's an expression of how he views his own slice of the world. I can tell it makes

and spins. A small smile works its way onto Ashely's handsome face,

of his model." I zero in on his face cloaked with rapt attention on the model while he works. I never imagined Ashley 'the flirt' could look upon a woman's

of his mom. His full smile makes my heart skip a beat as he strides towards us, his blazer fluttering like