Thank you so much everyone for hanging in there with me. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas & were spoilt rotten!
I haven't got to review replies from the last chapter as yet, but they are coming :)
As always, I don't own Twilight.
BPOV
Shit...shit...shit! Katie is well on her way to being trashed. Crying in public is never a good sign. She's always so put together—ready to face whatever life throws at her. Especially in business she's cool, calm and collected. It takes a lot to rattle her, and tears are never the end result. For her to lose it like this is totally out of character. Sure, a lot can be contributed to the day, but it's not her nature to break down unless it's somewhere she feels safe. I know these things...she is my other half, my best friend and twin. I wonder if this Edward guy has anything to do with it. I need to find out what his story is—good looks don't mean they're a good person.
"Kiki," I say, extracting myself from her hold, "I need the ladies. Can you show me where they are?" With a sniffle and a small nod, she tells Edward we're going to the bathroom and leads me away from the bar.
The toilets are thankfully at the far end of the bar, down a hallway away from the racket. Katie pushes open the wooden door and leads me into the luxurious powder room. The area is thankfully empty so I can have a couple of minutes alone with my sister. I grab both her delicate hands in my own and hold on tight while I talk to her.
"Katie...sweetie, I understand you really needed to get away. But why here? And why didn't you call me? And who's that Edward guy? He hasn't been trying to pick you up has he? Are you keeping an eye on your drinks? How much have you had to drink by the way?" The words are flying out of my mouth before I can even think about what I'm saying. Great, just what she needs, me interrogating her when there will be who knows how many press people waiting to do the same thing tomorrow.
"Booboo, it's fine. Just let me freshen up and I'll fill you in, ok?" With a small smile she heads to a stall.
I lean against the cool marble counter, tapping my fingers as I wait for her.