"Damn it Charles," Finley yelled angrily, having taken on the role of protective older brother to Cynara, "What the hell were you thinking?"
"What the hell are you thinking, can't you see you're upsetting her?" Charles demanded fiercely.
"Don't act like you're not to blame for this. The girl has been with us for less than a week and you've already seduced her into your bed!" Finley shouted.
"I think you should mind your own damn business!" Charles shouted back.
Cynara could no longer keep her laughter in control, letting it bubble up and out of her. The brothers stopped arguing, and Charles twisted around to look at her in surprise.
"Cynara, dear," he said, a mixture of worry and astonishment in his voice.
Cynara tried to calm herself. "I'm sorry," she told him, laying her chin on his shoulder and kissing his cheek.
Then she addressed his brothers, "This must come as a shock to you guys. But don't worry about me if that's what you're doing, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself."
"Well, I," Finley said flustered, shaking his head, but slowly backing out of the room.
Ashton grinned at her, "What a wonderful girl you are Cynara," and with that he left. Sanford gave a smile and a bow and left as well.
Freed of their company, Cynara crawled out from behind Charles's back to sit in his lap and wrap her arms around his neck.
"Charlie, do you're brothers always do that?" Cynara asked him with a smile.
Charles was too distracted to hear her question, however. "I just can't believe that you're not upset by all this. But if you're not, you're not, which is a good thing, I guess. I just wonder why," he was saying more to himself than to her.
Then he looked at her intently in the eyes, "If only you had your memory," his voice was wistful, contradictory to his hard gaze. "Cynara, you can trust me. I hope you know that."
Oh God, he knew, she thought, but would that really be so terrible? But if she told him she could remember, how would she explain where she came from.
"If only I could remember," she said with a shrug.
Charles looked disappointed, but didn't press the subject. Instead saying, "Let's get dressed, we've slept far too long already."
Cynara nodded and rolled out of bed, feeling uneasy about Charles's comments. He obviously wasn't stupid, and she couldn't lie to him forever, eventually he would demand the truth.
She slipped her shift over her head then gathered up the pile of her clothes, running out the door and the short distance to her own room. Charles watched her go.
"Jasmine!" Cynara said in surprise when she saw the little dark-haired girl, who was tidying up her room.
"Sorry miss," she blushed and made for the door, "Excuse me."
"Wait," Cynara asked, and the girl stopped.
Though Jasmine was only slightly shorter than her, Cynara felt like she was towering over the other girl. Jasmine looked like a little mouse with her eyes lowered to the ground, and her unruly hair tumbled in her face.
"You can help me dress, yeah?" Cynara asked her, and Jasmine nodded without looking up.
"I suppose you heard this morning," Cynara asked her.
Jasmine forced herself to look up, "Yes, miss, forgive me."
"Oh, not at all!" Cynara said surprised, "You didn't do anything wrong." She sighed and sat down on the bed, desperate for someone to talk to.
"I know it's really a no-no around here to have sex before marriage, but it sort of just happened."
"Miss, forgive me, but where is it accepted?" Jasmine asked.
Cynara simply shrugged. "Oh, I don't know what to do. I mean, I like Charlie, but we're just so different. We're from different worlds, oh, it could never work," she said throwing herself facedown on the bed.
Jasmine stood nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.
"I mean, Jasmine," Cynara said rolling over onto her back and sitting up on her elbows to look at the other girl, "Have you ever had feelings for someone, but knew that the relationship could never work, so you forced yourself to stop having feelings for that person?"
Jasmine looked at her in surprise, but then simply nodded, and Cynara could tell it was the truth because of the sad look that came into her eye.
"And did it work? Could you force yourself to stop having feelings for them?" she asked.
She slowly shook her head. Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes, but she quickly blinked them away.
Cynara felt bad she had brought up and obviously sensitive subject for the girl, "Oh come here," said patting the seat next to her. She flung her arm around Jasmine's shoulders. "Who needs boys anyway?" she asked, giving the other girl a squeeze.
Jasmine gave her a weary smile, and Cynara knew that neither of them was convinced. They needed boys!
As Jasmine helped her dress, Cynara resolved to just enjoy the time she had with Charles and not think about the future. No matter what, she was gong to have fun with him, and even if it would eventually have to come to a close, at least she would have his memory.
