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“Amazing,” Rory gushes. “I missed the sun. And it was really nice to get away and take a break from studying.”
To my left, Flynn snorts.
I elbow him again before asking, “You hear anything yet?”
“Not yet,” she says, managing a nervous smile. “They start sending decisions at the beginning of January, so …”
“You’ll get in,” I tell her, and that’s not even me being reassuring.
Rory’s brilliant. And for as long as I can remember, she’s been intent on becoming an attorney. She would try to talk Lili, Bash, Wren, and me into playing courtroom when we were younger. I was usually the accused. Lili was always the arresting officer.
“Thanks, Kit.”
“Harvard will be lucky to have you,” I add.
“You applied to Harvard Law?” Flynn interrupts rudely.
“I’mgoingto Harvard Law,” Rory replies with the trademark Kensington confidence.
There’s no sign of Flynn’s normal nonchalance as he responds, “I’ll see you in Boston, then.”
I lift an eyebrow, but keep my mouth shut and stay out of it.
Last I knew, Flynn only applied to gain access to his trust fund. He’s never mentioned actuallywantingto go to law school, and I was pretty sure he was working up to tell his dad to fuck off and stop pulling strings.
“Where’s Wren?” I question, cutting through the tension in the air.
“Yeah. Where is Wren?” Flynn mutters.
Rory scowls at him before focusing on me. “I don’t know.”
I frown, not expecting that answer. I’ve never heard Rory sayI don’t know. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t know where Wren is.” Rory enunciates each word, then reaches past me to grab a flute of champagne off a tray being circulated by one of the servers. “She disappeared as soon as we arrived.”
I survey her calm expression. “Shouldn’t we be … concerned about that?”
Rory sips her champagne. “You haven’t noticed Wren is rarely around whenever we’re in the Hamptons?”
“Uh … not really.” Now that she’s bringing it up, I guess I don’t remember Wren being around much last summer. I think she also got grounded for sneaking out a couple of times. “Does that mean youdoknow where she is?”
Rory sighs. “She’s probably at the marina.”
The marina?
“It’s December. The marina closedmonthsago.” I point out theobvious.
“Uh-huh,” Rory agrees. “I’m gonna go grab some food. I’ll see you later, Kit.” Pointedly, she ignores Flynn as she brushes by him and heads toward the buffet set up across the room.
“Why didn’t you tell me Rory was applying to Harvard Law?” he asks as soon as she’s out of earshot.
“Why would I?” I reply absently, busy typing out a text to Wren.
Kit:Hey, everything okay? I just saw Rory, and she said she wasn’t sure where you had gone.
Wren replies instantly.
Wren:All good.