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In the previous episode, readers voted that Owen’s drunken announcement to everyone was that he’s the father of Catherine’s baby.
All of the attention in the room was on Owen.
“I’m the father of Catherine’s baby,” he drunkenly blurted out.
Although her skin already made her look like a character out of a Bram Stoker novel, after Owen’s revelation, the blood visibly drained from Catherine’s face, making her even paler. Her Ivory-girl glow paired well with her overall uptight-ness. She didn’t say anything. She just stewed in her anger.
Charlie rushed at Owen, throwing a punch at him, and the two got into a fist fight. The scuffle was hyperbolic and as epic as a Tolkien novel. The brothers threw each other on tables, splitting them in half like the bloody lips they would both end up acquiring. There were attempted eye gauges, chairs used as weapons, and broken glassware. It went on for many minutes before anyone was able to break them up.
“I’m glad I didn’t miss this,” said Cole.
Charlie was escorted out to cool off, while Owen stuck around to lick his wounds. With a fat lip and a torn collar, he stumbled toward Vera and Cole.
“At least I didn’t reveal your secret.” Owen made a cheeky gun gesture at Vera.
Cole’s eyes grew wide as he turned to his colleague.
“Nothing.” Vera averted her eyes from his stare.
“That secret? You told him, after I specifically told you not to.”
“It was an accident.”
“Unbelievable. I know this situation is a little difficult for you, but now you’ve made it worse.”
“Put yourself in my shoes. Could you keep this secret?”
Just then, Betsey walked into the conversation, catching the tail end of what Vera had said.
“What secret?” said Betsey. “That you’re in love with your brother?”
Cole processed what Betsey had said, mouthing her words like they were a riddle. It suddenly dawned on him who Betsey was talking about. Looking down, he put his hand to his chin in puzzlement.
“I’m going to take a walk.” He made eye contact with Vera. “I told Uncle Bruce I’d give him an update on things.” He turned and left the rehearsal dinner–although at this point, it was more of a domestic disturbance scene than anything else.
The cops had arrived at this point, probably because someone had reported the fight.
“Hi, officer.” Owen slurred his words and made an army salute.
Another cop approached Betsey.
“Ma’am, we’re here about a disturbance. Could I ask you a few questions?” This cop had arrived just in the nick of time, preventing Vera from coming up with an answer to Betsey’s “What secret” question.
“Sure,” said Betsey, giving Vera a note of “this conversation isn’t finished” with her eyes. The cop pulled her by the arm and led her to a corner.
Vera decided to get some air, although mainly she wanted to see if she could find Cole. She rang his phone a few times. He could be on the other line with Uncle Bruce, telling him to fire her. After three calls straight to voice-mail, she walked back to the hotel.
She had blown it. Faced with impossible circumstances, she had breached this operation. James Bond would have never done this. He would have survived and thrived. Now, she was going to lose her job.
After getting changed to go to bed, she peeked out the hotel window to see if Owen had gotten home yet. Sure, she could have waited for him there, but she really didn’t want to get accosted by her mother again.
Then, there was a knock at the door. After venturing to the entrance of the suite, Vera looked in the peephole to see Betsey. There was no escaping her. She did always win. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
Betsey had a different air about her this time, one more relaxed, less tense. She looked like she was searching for words.
“Are you Vera?” she said, with tears swelling in her eyes.
The question hit Vera like a bowling ball to the stomach. Fingering her hair behind her ear, she noticed her hand trembling.
“Yes,” she said.
Betsey shut her eyes, as if some sort of weight was lifted from her, before opening them again.
“Can I come in?”
Vera ushered her in, and they sat on the fainting chair in the library suite.
“How did you figure it out?” said Vera.
“I think I knew the moment I met you,” said Betsey, whose makeup was smeared by now. “But . . . Owen told me after you left.”
Vera now knew what it was like to have a brother tattle on her.
“I want you to understand something. I didn’t always know your father was gay. He broke my heart when he told me he liked men. When I discovered I was pregnant, I knew I had to have you, whether or not I came from a strict Catholic family. Your father was so supportive, every step of the way. But I was the laughing stock of the town. I had had a baby with a man who would never want me. So when I saw an opportunity to start over, I did.”
She grabbed Vera’s hand. Vote below on what will happen next or click Take Our Poll.