The Scent of Love
Jory practically ran up the steps and banged open the door.
“Aunt Rita?” She shouted.“Up here.”
Jory smoked up the stairs to the attic. Her aunt stood in old clothes, her hair wrapped in a kerchief.“Whadda ya think? Should we keep this old mirror? She bent down to dust the treasure. “Your Uncle Walt bought this for me in Turkey.”
“You put my perfume on my letters to Bryce.” Jory’s voice was barely controlled.
“How could you do that? Bryce knew it was me, even though he couldn’t see. ” Jory placed her hand on her hips.Rita let out a breath, turned slowly and threw a sharp look at her niece.
“Because enough is enough. You’ve got to stop hiding from life. I wanted Bryce to know it was you, not Jules, who wrote those letters.”“Why? Who cares that I wrote them?”
Rita stepped closer, pulling Jory into a hug. “You deserve to be happy. I wanted you to have what you wanted…for a change.
Instead of always putting Jules and everyone else first.”Emotion formed a lump in Jory’s chest.
“It’s your time, dear. Your time. Not Jules, not mine –yours. Grab the brass ring, go get Bryce.”
Speechless, Jory clung to her aunt or a moment longer.“That’s what you say. But what about him? What if he prefers Jules to me?” Jory shifted her weight
“Then he’s not the man I think he is. Or you think his.”
“I’m scared, Rita,” Jory whispered.
“I know, sweetie. Make a play for him, woo him, cast your spell on him. He’s probably half in love with you already.”
“Think so?”“Who wouldn’t be?”
“Who wouldn’t be what?” Juliet asked as she climbed the stairs.