Shopaholic Ties the Knot
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“Er… kind of…”
“This is a good opportunity for you to meet some important people,” she says. “The president of this building, for example.”
“Right.” I nod. “Well, er… maybe.”
This is probably not the moment to tell her that there’s no way in a million years I’m moving to this building.
“I’ll introduce you to her later. But now I’m about to make the toast,” she says. “If you would both come over to the podium.”
“Excellent!” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic, and take a gulp of champagne.
“Mother, you’ve met Michael,” says Luke.
“Indeed,” says Elinor with a gracious smile. “How do you do?”
“Very well, thank you,” says Michael pleasantly. “I intended to come to the launch of your foundation but unfortunately couldn’t make it up from Washington. I hear it went very well, though?”
“It did. Thank you.”
“And now another happy occasion.” He gestures around the room. “I was just saying to Luke, how lucky he was to have landed such a beautiful, talented, accomplished girl as Becky.”
“Indeed.” Elinor’s smile freezes slightly.
“But you must feel the same way.”
There’s silence.
“Of course,” says Elinor at last. She extends her hand and, after a tiny hesitation, places it on my shoulder.
Oh God. Her fingers are all cold. It’s like being touched by the ice queen. I glance at Luke, and he’s glowing with pleasure.
“So! The toast!” I say brightly. “Lead the way!”
“See you later, Michael,” says Luke.
“Have a good one,” replies Michael, and gives me the tiniest of winks. “Luke,” he adds more quietly as she moves away, “on the subject of your mother’s charity, I’d like to have a word later.”
“Right,” says Luke after a pause. “Fine.”
Is it my imagination or does he look slightly defensive?
“But do the toast first,” says Michael pleasantly. “We’re not here to talk business.”
As I walk through the room with Luke and Elinor, I can see people starting to turn and murmur. A little podium has been set up at one end of the room, and as we step up onto it I start to feel a little nervous for the first time. Silence has fallen around the room and the entire assembled gathering is looking at us.
Two hundred eyes, all giving me the Manhattan Onceover.
Trying to stay unself-conscious, I search among the crowd for faces I recognize. But apart from Michael at the back, there isn’t a single one.
I keep smiling, but inside I feel a bit low. Where are my friends? I know Christina and Erin are on their way — but where’s Danny? He promised he was going to come.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” says Elinor graciously, “welcome. It gives me enormous pleasure to welcome you here tonight on this happy occasion. Particularly Marcia Fox, president of this building, and Guinevere von…”
“I don’t care about your stupid list!” comes a high-pitched voice from the door, and a couple of heads at the back turn to look.
“… von Landlenburg, associate of the Elinor Sherman Foundation…” says Elinor, her jaw growing more rigid.
“Let me in, you stupid cow!”
There’s a scuffling sound and a small scream, and the whole room turns to see what’s going on.
“Get your hands off me. I’m pregnant, OK? If anything happens I’ll sue!”
“I don’t believe it!” I shriek in delight, and jump down off the podium. “Suze!”
“Bex!” Suze appears through the door, looking tanned and healthy, with beads in her hair and a sizable bump showing through her dress. “Surprise!”
Seven
“WE THOUGHT WE’D surprise you!” says Suze after the fuss has died down and Elinor has made her toast — in which she mentions me and Luke once, and the Elinor Sherman Foundation six times. “Like a last bit of our honeymoon! So we turned up at your flat…”
“And I was, as ever, running perfectly on time…” puts in Danny, giving me an apologetic grin.
“So Danny said why didn’t we come along to the party and give you a bit of a shock?”
“It’s so great to see you.” I give her an affectionate hug. “And Tarquin.” We all glance toward Tarquin, who has been surrounded by a group of avidly interested New York ladies.
“Do you live in a castle?” I can hear one of them saying.
“Well… um, yes. Actually, I do.”
“This is a good opportunity for you to meet some important people,” she says. “The president of this building, for example.”
“Right.” I nod. “Well, er… maybe.”
This is probably not the moment to tell her that there’s no way in a million years I’m moving to this building.
“I’ll introduce you to her later. But now I’m about to make the toast,” she says. “If you would both come over to the podium.”
“Excellent!” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic, and take a gulp of champagne.
“Mother, you’ve met Michael,” says Luke.
“Indeed,” says Elinor with a gracious smile. “How do you do?”
“Very well, thank you,” says Michael pleasantly. “I intended to come to the launch of your foundation but unfortunately couldn’t make it up from Washington. I hear it went very well, though?”
“It did. Thank you.”
“And now another happy occasion.” He gestures around the room. “I was just saying to Luke, how lucky he was to have landed such a beautiful, talented, accomplished girl as Becky.”
“Indeed.” Elinor’s smile freezes slightly.
“But you must feel the same way.”
There’s silence.
“Of course,” says Elinor at last. She extends her hand and, after a tiny hesitation, places it on my shoulder.
Oh God. Her fingers are all cold. It’s like being touched by the ice queen. I glance at Luke, and he’s glowing with pleasure.
“So! The toast!” I say brightly. “Lead the way!”
“See you later, Michael,” says Luke.
“Have a good one,” replies Michael, and gives me the tiniest of winks. “Luke,” he adds more quietly as she moves away, “on the subject of your mother’s charity, I’d like to have a word later.”
“Right,” says Luke after a pause. “Fine.”
Is it my imagination or does he look slightly defensive?
“But do the toast first,” says Michael pleasantly. “We’re not here to talk business.”
As I walk through the room with Luke and Elinor, I can see people starting to turn and murmur. A little podium has been set up at one end of the room, and as we step up onto it I start to feel a little nervous for the first time. Silence has fallen around the room and the entire assembled gathering is looking at us.
Two hundred eyes, all giving me the Manhattan Onceover.
Trying to stay unself-conscious, I search among the crowd for faces I recognize. But apart from Michael at the back, there isn’t a single one.
I keep smiling, but inside I feel a bit low. Where are my friends? I know Christina and Erin are on their way — but where’s Danny? He promised he was going to come.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” says Elinor graciously, “welcome. It gives me enormous pleasure to welcome you here tonight on this happy occasion. Particularly Marcia Fox, president of this building, and Guinevere von…”
“I don’t care about your stupid list!” comes a high-pitched voice from the door, and a couple of heads at the back turn to look.
“… von Landlenburg, associate of the Elinor Sherman Foundation…” says Elinor, her jaw growing more rigid.
“Let me in, you stupid cow!”
There’s a scuffling sound and a small scream, and the whole room turns to see what’s going on.
“Get your hands off me. I’m pregnant, OK? If anything happens I’ll sue!”
“I don’t believe it!” I shriek in delight, and jump down off the podium. “Suze!”
“Bex!” Suze appears through the door, looking tanned and healthy, with beads in her hair and a sizable bump showing through her dress. “Surprise!”
Seven
“WE THOUGHT WE’D surprise you!” says Suze after the fuss has died down and Elinor has made her toast — in which she mentions me and Luke once, and the Elinor Sherman Foundation six times. “Like a last bit of our honeymoon! So we turned up at your flat…”
“And I was, as ever, running perfectly on time…” puts in Danny, giving me an apologetic grin.
“So Danny said why didn’t we come along to the party and give you a bit of a shock?”
“It’s so great to see you.” I give her an affectionate hug. “And Tarquin.” We all glance toward Tarquin, who has been surrounded by a group of avidly interested New York ladies.
“Do you live in a castle?” I can hear one of them saying.
“Well… um, yes. Actually, I do.”
