Uncut: White Flame-3

How to Kill an Unrequited Love

The plan for the dinner party got worse.

The first biggest event in the Jacobs Family, Anne’s engagement to Love City’s bachelor mayor, will be celebrated on this coming Saturday.

This time, the Talbot Family will be the host and the venue will be in Sean’s solid but elegant home.

Everybody was ecstatic, except Audrie. She kept all her misgivings a secret.

She also wished to get ill so that she could escape the Saturday ordeal.

But Audrie did not get sick until weekend came.

She’s so disgusted because her slim body is so goddamned healthy.

It rained almost every day and she deliberately got herself wet while driving her motorbike along the highways of Love City.

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Did she get cold?

No. Nothing, not even a tiny sneeze!

“Hey, little sis. Why the dark scowl? No dress to wear?”

Aimee asked teasingly, her beautiful heart-shaped face sandwiched between the door and the jamb.

Audrie shrugged.

“I still have Anne’s purple dress in my closet.”

“What? But that’s so old! I’ll bring some new stuff here.”

“No — wait!” Audrie tried to stop her elder sister but she’s gone.

A few minutes later, Aimee returned with a big luggage.

“Here is the latest fashion in Paris, Audee,” she announced smugly, using Audrie’s childhood nickname affectionately while pulling out a shiny scrap of fabric.

It was heavily perfumed.

Audrie sighed and tried to look expectant.

She has never been interested in anything that smells or looks fashionable.

Her clothes are all comfortable and, well, somewhat rebellious.

Her jeans have scruffy hems and her shirts are loose-fitting.

Foot wears are flip-flops or sneakers.

“Wear this one, my dear. You’ll look sexy.” Aimee held both straps and waved the slinky dress in front of Audrie.

“No. I won’t look anything but ridiculous in that dress.” Audrie shook her head.

“Anne’s purple dress is perfect for me,” she added firmly.

“You’d look old and dowdy!” Aimee squealed.

“I will look myself,” Audrie insisted.

“You’re so old-fashioned,” Aimee complained. “OK, I’ll do your hair and make-up.”

“No again. I can manage, Aimee.”

“Do you have lipsticks?”

“Yes, and some facial powder.” Audrie pulled the luggage bag off her bed and put it just outside her bedroom’s door.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“What about high-heeled shoes?” Aimee refused to get defeated.

“I prefer my black flat shoes.”

“Black shoes with purple dress?” Aimee squealed again. She looked so scandalized with the thought.

“No one will notice my feet. The purple dress has a very long skirt, remember?”

“Oh, OK.”

“Now, get back to your room and get dressed. Mom and Dad will be annoyed if anyone’s late.”

“Oh, OK.” Aimee still looked reluctant to leave.

Audrie sighed after closing the door.

If she could just go out of their house and ride her motorbike to get away from here…

But she knew she’d hate herself more if she caused pain and embarrassment to her family.

“Martyr Audrie,” she whispered a sneer to her reflection in the mirror.

“Audrie? Are you dressed?” Marie Jacobs spoke loudly while knocking rapidly.

“Not yet, Mom,” Audrie replied as she opened the door. “Why?”

“Can you help me with the salad? I haven’t taken a bath yet.”

“Sure. I’ll take over, Mom. Relax and get dressed.”

“Oh, thank you. You’re such a dear!” Her mom kissed her on one cheek.

“Hmm, you smell clean. Just got out of the bath?” The older woman glanced at the still wet hair.

“Just a shower.” Audrie smiled.

A kiss from her mom and a pat on the head from her dad always make her smile.

No wonder she’s got no heart to hurt her parents.

The only way she could live with Sean as her brother-in-law is to get rid of her old infatuation with him.

Audrie went down to the kitchen and finished the elaborate salad preparation.

She looked like a scruffy tomboy but she could cook like an angel.

However, no one outside her family knows this secret talent of hers because she prefers to hide it.

And since she’s always in the background, her family conveniently forget to mention about this to anyone.

‘Kill your love, kill your love, kill your love…’

Audrie chanted to herself as she tossed the crispy lettuce scraps with olive oil.

“Still undressed, kiddo?” Anne, looking like a queen in her elegant evening dress, walked gracefully towards the kitchen table.

“That salad looks delightful. Leave it, I’ll take over from here. Go to your room and get dressed.”

“No. Don’t touch anything here. You might get dirty.”

“Anne?” Ron Jacobs called out from the living room.

“I’m in the kitchen, Dad.” Anne replied quickly.

“Come here. I have something to show you.”

“I’ll be there.” Anne threw Audrie a stern look.

“Cover that salad bowl and run upstairs, kiddo. I have to catch a midnight flight so we can’t be late tonight.”

“You’re going back to New York right after the party? But — ”

“My work is also important to me, Audrie,” Anne cut in.

“I have to go to Dad. Be ready at exactly 6:30. And tell that to Aimee.”

“Yes, Anne.” Audrie moved fast and did not dare think about the new information.

Everyone expected Anne to stop working and just stay at home while waiting for the wedding day.

‘You have to kill your love soon, Audrie! Very soon!’

It should be easy killing the love in her heart because it is unrequited.

To Sean, Audrie is invisible.

But she’s still feeling panicky.

Sean with Anne would be painful to her but Sean without Anne could be very, very dangerous…


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