"It happened a while ago." Mrs. Cavenaugh explained. "I was in a high end shop near Main street looking for a gown to wear for one of David's functions, and there was a small band playing jazz--sometimes these well-to-do shops do that, you know--and the singer was amazing." Her eyes went far off. "He had this sultry, deep voice..."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't know what to do! I froze. And thank God my driver Brian went in with me. He couldn't know anything was wrong because he reports to David." She patted at her eyes with the tissue. "I left. I didn't even buy a dress.
"And then I looked him up. I had to know who he was--the feeling I got when I heard his voice--" She cut herself off. "He works with an agency and travels to businesses and functions."
"Does he live in the area?"
Mrs. Cavenaugh shook her head. "I'm not sure. But I haven't seen him since. Now he's all I think about--I can't sleep. I can't eat. I feel like a fraud, lying to David, telling him nothing's wrong. Daxton's worried too, he doesn't like that I don't eat. I can't tell him. How is he going to feel when he finds out?"
Kamree knew Daxton well enough to know he'd much rather his mother be healthy and happy than anything else. Yet how would he respond when he finds out? What if Mr. and Mrs. Cavenaugh got a divorce? That's bound to impact him.
She barely resisted the urge to put her head in her hands. Kamree liked Daxton. He was a great boss and a wonderful friend. He shouldn't have to deal with a situation such as this.
A mate situation.
Fire boiled her blood. This. This is what love does. It screws everyone over and tears apart perfectly good lives. Screw destined. Screw happily ever afters. There was no such thing. Mrs. Cavenaugh found her mate and she would still never get her happily ever after. Even if she decided to divorce Mr. Cavenaugh and marry this random jazz singer, she'd have to live with the fallout of the divorce as well as Daxton's emotions. Would he hate her?
At the same time, would Mrs. Cavenaugh be able to live the rest of her life knowing who her mate was and not being able to do anything about it?
Which was more important love...or loyalty?
Kamree knew which one she'd pick. "When did you figure out you could...?" She gestured to Mrs. Cavenaugh's hands.
"Read minds?" Mrs. Cavenaugh laughed. "It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"
Kamree winced. "A little."
"It's alright." She assured. "Yesterday, I went to grab something from Brian, and my arm brushed his. He was thinking about a soccer game and I asked him who was playing. He gave me the weirdest look and I realized his lips didn't even move.
"I've heard about this happening," she continued. "People find their destined and then evolution, magic, whatever it is takes over--you get some type of ability. I read an article about people who sometimes know right away, and others who discover months later." She sighed. "But I just--what if David finds out?"
Which would be worse, telling Mr. Cavenaugh, or not telling him? "If you don't tell him, there will always be a chance you slip up. I'm sorry, Mrs. Cavenaugh."
Mrs. Cavenaugh rubbed her temples. "I'll figure something out. I'm sorry to unload on you like this dear. I know it's personal business, but Daxton talks wonderfully about you and you've always been so sweet. I-I wish he could end up with someone like you."
She tried not to think too much about that last statement.
If this were her, if Kamree discovered her mate, she'd want someone to unload on as well. "Mrs. Cavenaugh, I cannot imagine what you're going through, but if you ever need someone, I'm a great listener."
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Cavenaugh Tower (A Rapunzel Remix)Fantasy
Kamree doesn't believe in love. She can't afford to. Ironically, she lives in Sarias, a kingdom that practically thrives on the idea of love and soulmates. Daxton is a young businessman ready to get out of the family business. His parents think oth...