Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 1): (Loving Summer #6: The Donovan Brothers #3) by Kailin Gow Page B

recognize myself.
     
    I
wonder how he’d look.  He had on a disguise last time I saw him that made him
unrecognizable. If I saw him, would I even recognize him?
     
    I
wonder if he could recognize me or Summer or even our kid sister Rachel, who
was still crazy as before, but now she gets to be crazy in the public eye as an
actress on the small screen.
    I
wonder if he knew about Rachel’s success, about Mom’s progression, and of
Summer becoming a neurosurgeon. I wonder if he ever bothered checking up on any
of us, seeing how we were doing, seeing how we’ve grown.
    He
was my big brother, and I hate to admit that I missed him, but I did.  It made
me angry at him at first, but then again, if I had lost Summer to my own
brother, as he did, I wouldn’t want to be around to see them together.
     
    So…now
that we have his attention, and he was coming back for our wedding, the big
question remained…I wonder if he still feels the same way he did about Summer
that many years ago.
     
    And
if he did, would I need to be worried?

 
    Chapter 2
     
    Summer
     
     
    I never thought planning a wedding would be
harder than brain surgery.  But to me, it was. Thank God, Rachel was helping me
with most of it.  It was something she lived for, having become more of a girly
girl than I could have ever imagined.
    Gone
was the heavy black eyeliner she used to wear as a goth, and gone was her
school girl, punk rock outfit. She was now a beautiful stylish brunette with
jet black flowing long hair, a curvy figure dressed in designer dresses, and a
collector of beautiful shoes. The only reminder of her rebellious days as a
teen was that streak of purple hair. It was still there, but blended in more
with her black hair, tinted with a slight burgundy tone. Needless to say, she
grew into her role of a billionaire daughter, and matched her twin brother Drew
so well when they had to go into shareholders meetings, commanding the room
with their striking jet black hair and sapphire blue eyes.
    And
her crush on Astor Fairway? It was something she barely told me or hinted to me
about. 
    Guess
she still thought there was something there with Astor for me or vice versa,
but I never got a chance to really discuss it with her, although I could have
sworn I saw a spark or two over the years between them.
    “I
swear,” I said to Rachel, who was sitting patiently on the creamy leather sofa
in the bridal boutique, flipping through some fashion magazines as she waited
for me to try on my hundredth dress. “I never had to go through more wedding
dresses and dress changes than I had when I was styled to match Astor.”
    Rachel
smiled, her eyes lighting up with the mere mention of her favorite actor’s
name.  “Well, you know Astor, any woman who is to be seen with him had to look
worthy of being with him.  You would think.”
    “Yes
or suffer the ire of spurned girls all over the world,” I said.
    Rachel
laughed.  “Thank God, that paparazzi-crazed days of Astor Fairway, teen
heartthrob is over, and he could finally pursue other roles that were more
meaningful to him.”
    “He’s
really grown as an actor these years,” I said. “His latest film is a contender
for the Oscar. It blew me away. I love when he chooses a role in an independent
film that has more meaning and substance over some of the big tent poles the
studios had him in following the success of some superhero film. Not that it’s
bad for his career or anything, but he really shines in these parts that shows
off his acting chops from these indie gems.”
    “Absolutely,”
Rachel said, standing up and coming toward me.  She walked all around me, her
face serious for a second.  “Hold on…hold it a minute, this dress…” her eyes
went wide with excitement as she spread out her arms.  “This dress is the one!”
    “Really?”
I turned around on the platform facing the 180 degree mirror.  “It’s just a
simple plain white silk strapless gown.”
    “Exactly,”
Rachel