The Italian’s Rightful Bride

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE wedding was held in the great church in the nearby town of Rannley Hayes. From ten o’clock a stream of cars began to leave the towers, and Joanna’s sense of life playing back increased.

The last time she’d been to a wedding here she’d watched those same cars driving away, knowing that soon one of them would hold Crystal, glorious in bridal white, on her way to become Gustavo’s wife.

She couldn’t recall the weather then, but today the sun shone down with a glorious light as she got out of the car with Etta, helped to straighten her dress, then handed her the bouquet.

Then it was time to enter the church, where, since Etta’s father was dead, Lord Rannley was waiting to give the bride away. The organ struck up the wedding march and they began the long walk down the aisle.

As matron of honour she led the attendants, walking down the aisle just behind the bride. Now and then she glanced to her right, trying to see where Gustavo was sitting, but there was no sign of him until the last minute.

There he was, near the front, in the second row, at the end of the pew, close to her. He turned as she approached, and Joanna was startled by what she saw in his face.

He looked stupefied, like a man who’d been struck by a thunderbolt, trying to gather his senses and failing.

She knew that for him too this moment brought back memories. Twelve years ago he’d stood in almost this spot and watched his bride approach. Now his eyes were fixed on herself, and she thought she detected a question in them.

But she couldn’t spare the time to wonder now what that question might mean. Etta had come to a halt, and she must take her bouquet of white roses, then step back into her position while the groom moved into place, and the service began.

‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here…’

Gustavo heard the words, the same ones that had been intoned over himself and Crystal. They seemed to come from a great distance.

He was only aware of Joanna, standing close to him, glorious in ivory satin and lace, her head adorned by the elegant organdie hat with its tiny pink rosebuds.

She looked like a bride herself, he thought. And so she would have been but for his blind stupidity. He’d been happy that day, but how soon that happiness had faded in the face of reality!

Was she too remembering, and wondering about how different things might have been?

He kept his eyes fixed on her, willing her to look at him, but she seemed lost in some inner dream. He longed to be able to follow her there, to beg her to share her thoughts with him, and perhaps also her feelings.

Too late. Much too late.

Dumbstruck by the terrible moment of illumination that had come to him, he listened to the vows of fidelity, remembering how they had come to sound like a cruel joke. As they would not have done with Joanna.

There was a lull as the bride and groom went into the vestry to sign the register, while the organist played a cheerful tune.

Joanna’s head was in a whirl. Too much had happened at once. She’d seen the funny side of this morning’s incident, but she wondered now if she’d merely been trying to hide from reality. Gustavo had thought she’d spent the night with a man, and it had shattered him.

She wasn’t looking at him, but she had no doubt that he was looking at her. Such was his control that she was sure his astonishment would no longer be reflected on his face. But it would still be there in his heart. She knew that, for it was the same with her.

Suddenly, high overhead, the organ pealed out in triumph. The newly married couple returned from the vestry to begin their journey back down the aisle and out into the sunshine.

Photographs. Dozens of them in various combinations. The happy couple with his family, with her family. Lord Rannley took charge of that one, contriving to draw Gustavo in so that he was standing just behind Joanna. As everyone crowded up together it was natural for him to put his hands on her shoulders.

It was only a light touch but Joanna found it unnerving. It made her think too intensely of all the ways she wanted him to touch her.

Then the pictures were over, and the new husband and wife got into their car together and drove back to the towers. Others cars were drawing up. The bridesmaids began to pile into a large limousine, and Joanna knew she must go with them.

She turned to give Gustavo a smile of goodbye, and as she did so a sudden gust of wind threatened to snatch off her hat. Before she could save it Gustavo had reached up quickly to settle his hands on the brim, and draw it down firmly on each side of her face.

‘That’s better,’ he said, smiling into her eyes.

His hands lightly brushed her cheek, remaining there a moment, firm and gentle.

‘Yes,’ she said, breathlessly. ‘That’s better.’

She didn’t see him again until they had returned to the towers and were finding their seats in the reception. As matron of honour she was on the top table. Gustavo was within sight but not next to her. She forced herself not to look at him. She couldn’t trust herself to seem indifferent.

Speeches, toasts, all sounding much the same as before. Then the bride and groom took the floor and the dancing began.

Joanna did duty dances with the best man, the groom’s brother and a series of men whose names she didn’t know and didn’t care about.

Then the happy couple departed on their honeymoon. Etta, full of mischief, tossed her bouquet in Joanna’s direction, but Joanna was ready and stepped quickly aside.

‘You made very sure to dodge that,’ Gustavo said as they stood on the steps, waving the honeymooners off.

She hadn’t realised that he’d noticed.

‘Well, it’s silly, isn’t it?’ she said lightly. ‘It’s just a quick way of making an idiot of yourself.’

‘Is that a reference to Freddy?’

‘Why should it be?’

‘Because you caught Crystal’s bouquet, I remember. It doesn’t seem to have brought you much luck. Maybe you can’t be blamed for being cautious now.’

She took his arm as they joined the others returning to the house.

‘My marriage brought me Billy,’ she said. ‘I call that the best kind of luck. For the rest, there’s a lot to be said for being footloose and fancy-free.’

As she spoke she gave him a challenging look that discomfited him.

‘Is that aimed at me?’ he asked, taking two tall glasses from a passing waiter and giving her one. ‘I did apologise.’

‘So you ought,’ she said, teasing him over the rim with her eyes. ‘Anyway, even if I had been…what you thought…well, it’s a free country.’

‘If you’re trying to tell me that it’s none of my business what you do-’

‘Well, is it?’

‘It might be,’ he said, regarding her levelly.

She drank her champagne. It gave her time to collect her thoughts.

Outside, the light was fast fading. Inside the lights were coming on and refreshments were being served as the festivities started up again.

‘It’s been a strange day,’ he said, drawing her over to the window, where they could have a little privacy.

‘Yes,’ she said, not pretending that she didn’t understand his meaning.

‘The wedding being in the same place-well, memories. Even poor Gina-’

‘You mean me being matron of honour?’

‘No, her getting flu and missing the wedding. That nearly happened to you. Remember how you got caught in the rain the night before, and we met in the corridor? You looked so wet and bedraggled I was worried about you.’

‘Wet and bedraggled,’ she mused. ‘Yes, I was that all right. Inside and out.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing. I do remember, but I’m surprised that you do.’

‘You didn’t just pass out of my mind, Joanna.’

She gave a shaky laugh. ‘Your memory’s faulty. One look at Crystal and everyone passed out of your mind.’

‘For a while. It was a madness, but it was soon over. And then there was nothing but the memories. Today was full of them.’

‘Did they upset you?’

‘No, I wasn’t upset. That’s all done with.’

‘I hope it is.’

‘Do you?’ he asked quickly.

‘It made you so unhappy, of course I’m glad it’s over. There has to be some happiness waiting for you in the future, I’m sure of that.’

‘Good,’ he said quietly. ‘If you’re sure of it, well-let’s talk later. The music’s starting again. I’ve wanted to dance with you for hours. I’ve been patient, and waited my turn, but now I’m not going to be patient any longer.’

‘But suppose I don’t want to dance with you,’ she teased, smiling.

He took her glass and set it down with his own, taking her into his arms.

‘That can’t be helped. You’ll just have to put up with it.’

They were on the floor, spinning faster and faster so that she could barely get her breath. His arms about her were firm, drawing her close. The sedate, restrained young man she’d once known would never have held her like this, but this was another man, with a different agenda. Just what that agenda might be, she felt she was beginning to understand.

They might have been born to dance together, their bodies blending like fluid, anticipating each other’s movements. She felt her excitement mounting, but it was an excitement of the heart as well as the body.

When the dance ended he didn’t release her, but swept her straight into the next one.

‘I can’t breathe,’ she laughed.

‘Neither can I. Do you mind?’

‘No-no!’ She was giddy with joy, full of sweet sensations at the feel of his body pressed close to hers.

The music changed again, became a slow waltz. She watched his face, close to hers, and couldn’t take her eyes from his lips, which were parted slightly. His warm breath touched her face.

‘Joanna-’

‘Yes…’

He began to move faster, dancing her towards an open door. As they went through it he kicked it closed. Then she was in his arms, drawn close while his lips sought hers, found them, covered them fiercely.

And in a moment all questions were answered. Everything in her yearned towards him. She had waited years for this moment, and she was going to relish it to the full.

In her mind she’d kissed him a thousand times but the reality was far sweeter. His lips were warm and firm on hers, urgent, demanding, and it was that demand that thrilled her most because everything in her longed to give to him. She would give him anything he asked-if only he would ask…

He cupped her face in his hands, looking into her eyes with an expression she wanted to see there forever.

But this was only a dream. She knew that because she’d dreamed it so often before. At any moment she would awaken, because nobody was allowed to be this happy. It would all be taken from her, but while it lasted she would revel in it.

‘I think I’ve gone slightly mad,’ he murmured.

‘Yes, I think I have too, but I don’t care. I don’t mind being mad. I’m tired of being sensible.’

His smile was gentle. ‘So am I. Joanna- Joanna-’

‘Yes,’ she whispered against his lips.

She closed her eyes as his mouth covered hers again and this time she let herself go completely, yielding to the joy of the moment as though nothing bad could ever happen again.

‘Hello? Hello there? Is anyone here?’

She tried to blot out the man’s voice but it reached her insistently.

‘Hello!’

It was reality. It would not be denied.

‘Anyone there?’

‘Oh, no,’ Joanna said despairingly.

‘Let’s get away before he sees us,’ Gustavo whispered. ‘It can’t be us he wants.’

‘But it is,’ she groaned. ‘Or at least me. That’s Freddy, my ex, turning up like a bad penny.’

Gustavo cursed softly. Joanna wanted to rail against fate. It was too cruel that, at the moment when her heart yearned for Gustavo as fiercely as in the past, the miracle should be shattered so harshly. She was trembling, and she sensed the same in him.

‘Hello!’

‘It’s no good,’ she said. ‘I’ll have to talk to Freddy.’

‘Tell him to go to hell.’

‘I’ve tried that in the past. He just bounces back.’

Reluctantly they released each other and turned to see the man standing just inside the door. For the first time she realised that they were in semi-darkness.

‘Hello, Freddy,’ she said, trying to sound calm.

‘Hello, Jo. Is that really you? I can’t see you properly.’

She moved closer, and his face brightened.

‘That’s better. I say, you haven’t got somebody with you, have you? Sorry to break it up and all that.’

‘It’s all right, Freddy,’ she sighed. ‘You haven’t broken anything up. This is Prince Gustavo Montegiano.’

For the briefest possible moment Freddy seemed nonplussed.

‘Uhuh!’ in a noncommittal voice.

Then the moment was gone and he came closer, hand outstretched.

‘Nice to meet you. You won’t remember me, but I was at your wedding. Not exactly a gatecrasher, but brought along by a friend of a friend.’

‘Whoever brought you, you were very welcome,’ Gustavo said with slightly strained politeness. ‘Did you, by any chance, reach this wedding in the same way?’

Freddy roared with laughter. ‘Not this time. Mind you, I don’t say I wouldn’t have, if it had been necessary, but it wasn’t. The groom’s sister is a good friend of mine, if you know what I mean.’

He finished with a wink that made Joanna say in exasperation, ‘Yes, we know what you mean, Freddy, and don’t be vulgar.’

‘I can’t help being vulgar,’ he said, hurt. ‘I’m made that way. It’s part of my charm.’

His face was broad, good-natured and as innocent as a baby’s. It was the sort of face Gustavo guessed some women would find appealing. He would have liked to use his fists on it.

‘I meant to be here sooner,’ Freddy said, ‘but I got a bit delayed. Sorry to break up the party and everything, but could I talk to you, please, Jo? It’s really you I came to see.’

‘Can’t it wait until later, Freddy? Like tomorrow?’

His smile was beguiling. ‘Ah, there’s a problem about that. I’m only here for this evening, and there are things we need to discuss.’

‘In that case, I’d better give in,’ Joanna sighed.

Gustavo would have taken a wager that people usually gave in to Freddy because of what he described as his charm.

Whatever his charm was, Gustavo was sure he was immune to it.

Joanna shrugged at him helplessly. ‘Sorry about this. I have to go.’

‘To be sure. I must rejoin the party. Good evening, Mr Manton. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.’

He walked out quickly.

He did as he’d said, returned to the party and spent the rest of the evening being the perfect guest. He smiled, he laughed, and all the time he wondered about Joanna. Had Freddy departed yet? And if not, what were they doing?

Then he saw them standing just inside the door, absorbed in conversation, or possibly in each other. Suddenly Freddy moved fast, sweeping her into the dance, twirling her around exuberantly. It was hard for him to make out her face as it flashed past, but Gustavo could tell that she was laughing as though she enjoyed his company.

After a while he made his excuses and went to bed.

As soon as he was alone with Joanna Freddy said, ‘I can’t see any sign of Billy.’

‘No, he’s not here. He was terrified he’d end up being a pageboy in satin-maybe even white satin.’

Freddy closed his eyes and winced in sympathy.

‘So he kept well clear,’ Joanna finished.

Freddy laughed. ‘Wise man. Where is he, then? Not still in Italy on that dig he told me about?’

‘Yes. I’m going back there tomorrow.’

‘So when can I see him? I miss him like the devil, Jo.’

‘Come and visit him at Montegiano. I’m sure Gustavo won’t mind, and Billy will be thrilled.’

‘Thanks,’ he said, as eager as a boy himself. ‘Now come and talk to me. We’ve got a lot of catching-up to do.’

She acquiesced, chiefly for Billy’s sake. She would rather have been with Gustavo, but that was ruined for the moment. Once broken, the spell could not be recaptured tonight. But there would be another time, she promised herself. And soon.

In the meantime, she made the best of it and found, yet again, that, if you weren’t married to him, Freddy was great company. They spent a couple of happy hours discussing Billy, and finished the evening on the dance floor.

‘What time do you have to go?’ she asked as the lights began to fade, and the band packed up.

‘Go?’ Freddy asked innocently.

‘You said you were only here for a few hours.’

‘Ah, yes, so I did.’

‘I see,’ she said with a resigned sigh.

‘I only came on the off-chance because I heard you were going to be here at the last minute. I thought Billy might be with you, or, at any rate, that we could have a good talk. Which we did.’

‘But why didn’t you just call me and ask about Billy?’

‘Ah, well…’ He became mysteriously awkward. ‘There was another reason but-let’s leave that for the moment.’

‘All right. Do you have somewhere to sleep?’

‘Yes, they’re letting me have the groom’s bed, since he’s gone now.’

‘Fine, then I’ll see you in the morning.’

She kissed his cheek and went in search of Gustavo. But there was no sign of him, and someone told her that he’d gone to bed.

On the day after the wedding Gustavo was down early, hoping to catch Joanna alone. There was no sign of her in the breakfast room, where a buffet meal was laid out, so he poured himself a coffee and went to look out of the window.

The next moment he drew back out of sight. In the distance he’d seen Joanna and Freddy wandering beneath the trees, deep in conversation. It was too far for him to tell what they were saying, but their heads were close and they seemed at ease with one another.

Gustavo risked one more look and saw that they were heading towards the house. He went to the table where the food was laid out and tried to help himself to something, but all he could hear was the echo of Freddy saying, ‘I’m only here for this evening.’

Something had happened to change his mind. Had that anything to do with Joanna’s welcome, which had obviously become warmer when they were alone?

They were nearer now, enough for him to hear Freddy saying, ‘I can’t help it if I’ve got a magnetic appeal.’

And Joanna’s reply, ‘Yes, and you live on it.’

‘I have to. It’s all I’ve got.’

‘Oh, no, it isn’t. I gave you a very good settlement.’

‘True, but actually, I was hoping to-’

‘How much?’ Joanna sounded both amused and resigned.

‘I’ve got this opportunity for a little investment-’

‘I know your little investments. I should by this time. Oh, all right. Put down the details and I’ll call the bank.’

‘You’re a darling. And you still find me appealing, don’t you? You laugh at my jokes, anyway.’

‘You make good jokes, I’ve never denied that.’

‘You see, you still care for me.’

‘I’ve never denied that either. You’re great fun, Freddy, but I wouldn’t be married to you again for all the tea in China.’

‘You wouldn’t get the chance. I’ve replaced you several times over.’

‘You didn’t wait for the divorce to do that,’ Joanna said wryly.

There was a brief silence before Freddy said, ‘And may I remind you, my darling, that there’s more than one way to be unfaithful? Oh, forget it. We agreed, no hard feelings on either side.’

‘Yes,’ she said, and Gustavo wondered if he only imagined the note of relief in her voice.

He was ashamed of himself for eavesdropping, but once he’d started to listen nothing could have made him draw back. For some reason he needed to know what sort of relationship Joanna had with the man whose wife she’d once been. What he heard left him not knowing what to think.

But he would have given a good deal to know how to interpret ‘there’s more than one way to be unfaithful’.

A moment later there was a step outside the room, and Gustavo turned to see Freddy enter alone.

‘Coffee?’ he asked politely.

‘Thanks,’ Freddy said. ‘Well, well, fancy it being you!’

‘You mean you’ve heard that old story? Well, it’s history now, and there’s no more mileage to be had out of it,’ Gustavo said, keeping his voice light.

‘Anything you say.’ Freddy accepted the coffee and spooned in a generous amount of sugar. Seeing Gustavo regarding him he said, ‘I’ve got a very sweet tooth.’

‘So I would have imagined.’

Freddy gave a slight frown. He wasn’t normally quick on the uptake but there was no mistaking Gustavo’s tone.

‘Meaning?’ he asked. ‘Meaning?’

‘Let’s just say that Joanna is a very generous woman.’

‘Oh, you heard that last bit? Well, yes, she is a generous woman, but I’m a very tolerant man. It’s not easy for a man when she’s so much richer than he is. There’s always that inequality, and you can’t help feeling it. But I did my best to cope.’

Gustavo turned away to conceal his disgust. But in the next moment a picture flashed into his mind.

Joanna’s suite at the Ritz, the most expensive the hotel had to offer. And his own single room, so much cheaper.

There’s always that inequality, and you can’t help feeling it.

Who was he to censure this man for seeking Joanna’s money?

He recalled the indulgent half-contempt in her voice as she’d yielded to Freddy’s pleas. She was used to men who were after her money. They were probably the only kind she’d ever known. Starting with himself.

And, like the voice of the serpent, there came into his ear the sound of Joanna saying, ‘You abandoned my large fortune for her small one. I call that honourable.’

‘Hey, are you all right?’ Freddy clapped a hand on his shoulder.

‘Yes,’ Gustavo said, with difficulty. ‘Yes, I’m all right.’

He got out fast before he did something violent.

On the way up to his room he met Joanna coming down. She smiled and touched his arm.

‘I’m sorry to dash off and leave you last night, but I really had to talk to Freddy.’

‘Obviously there was a lot to talk about,’ he said, trying to keep an edge out of his voice, and not quite succeeding.

‘It was mostly about Billy. He isn’t seeing as much of him as he’d like, so we had to work something out.’

‘And it took all night? He was supposed to be leaving yesterday.’

She smiled wryly. ‘He only said that to get my attention. I’m afraid Freddy tends to say whatever is convenient at the moment. That’s the kind of man he is.’

‘Astonishing!’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Nothing, I’m just in a bad mood.’

‘Gustavo, I have a confession to make. Freddy wants to see Billy. He has every right and Billy loves to be with him, so-’

He groaned. ‘So he’s coming to stay with us? When?’

‘I don’t know. Do you mind?’

‘Would it make any difference if I did?’

Laughing ruefully, she shook her head.

‘Hello there!’

The shout behind them made them turn and groan simultaneously.

‘What’s up, Freddy?’ Joanna said.

‘Well, I thought it was time we were on our way to Italy.’

‘We?’ Gustavo echoed ominously.

‘Yes, didn’t Jo say she’d invited me?’

‘She has just informed me of the honour of your visit,’ Gustavo said glacially.

‘Honour? That’s very kind of you but there’s no need to go overboard. A bed in the corner will do me.’

‘I think we can manage a little better than that,’ Gustavo said with terrifying courtesy. ‘So, we three shall travel to Rome together.’

‘Jolly good!’ Freddy whipped out his cellphone. ‘I’ll let Billy know now.’

‘No, don’t.’ Joanna put a hand on his arm. ‘Surprise him. Think of his face when you walk in.’

Freddy beamed. ‘What a sight!’

‘I’ll call and book the tickets,’ Joanna said.

‘Be sure to let me know how much I owe you,’ Gustavo said firmly.

‘Get first class,’ Freddy called. ‘More leg room.’

‘You’ll fit yourself into whatever I can get,’ she called back cheerfully.

Left alone, the two men eyed each other. Gustavo’s dislike was mixed with unease, but he doubted if anything in the world could make Freddy uneasy, unless it was a bill and no Joanna to pay it.