by Daria Wright
Lida entered the room and found a tall well-built man sitting at a table. He had black hair and bright brown eyes flecked with gold. His suit was three-piece and he wore a blood red tie. He reminded Lida of a vampire.
“Lida,” he said warmly when he noticed her entering the room. He embraced her, rubbing his hands absent-mindedly up and down her back.
Lida was a little over five feet tall with wide hips and a curvy chest. She had thick red hair that spiraled down her back in curls and her cheeks were flecked with freckles. She’d been told many times that she was very beautiful and it was one of the reasons her parents had put her in the mail-order bride magazine. Though at first she’d protested, she found she’d come to love the attention she received from the opposite sex.
She’d lost her virginity back in freshman year of high school, to a lanky boy named Grant. He enjoyed shooting rubber bands at chickens and had a full head of curly hair. Grant brought Lida to a river where they were meant to go fishing. He kissed her full on the lips, and touched her until she moaned loudly, waking up a family of squirrels. They had sex in the woods, though after that first time she’d had sex in many other places. The back of a coffeehouse, an alleyway, even atop a friend’s dishwasher. Never in her life had she had sex in a mansion, or rather a palace. The architecture looked foreign, possibly Italian. There were brilliant carvings in the walls of fishermen and mermaids. Lida wondered briefly if she would be a bee to fall in love with this man.
“I love your home,” she said brightly, hoping the compliment would please him.
“Thank you,” he responded, smiling a small smile. It was then that Lida realized he was shy. “Would you like to have dinner? The cook is preparing our meal right now.”
“Sure,” Lida said, her stomach making a small noise. She blushed, looking down at her feet. They were covered by a pair of Toms black slip-ons. She wondered if she would ever own a pair of heels, perhaps something more elegant than a cheap pair of flats.
“Let me show you where to put your bags and we can get started on the main course,” he said.
For someone who seemed so shy, Wyatt definitely didn’t hesitate when he flirted with Lida. He placed his hand on the small of her back and brought her towards her bedroom. It was tucked away on the second floor, and its walls were painted like the ocean. Her bed was a King sized bed and was covered in satin sheets.
“I feel like I’m out at sea,” she commented, running her hands across the foot of the bed.
He opened the closet for her to reveal rows of Jimmy Choos, Valenciags, and other expensive articles of clothing and footwear.
“So you feel more at home,” he said. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs in five.”
Her heart in her throat, Lida nodded yes. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt oddly homesick. All these beautiful dresses covered in sequins and flecks of gold made her feel like a princess, but an undeserving princess at best.
Outside, the warm California air blew about the trees. Lida would later find out that there was a peach grove existing in the back of the Stone house. It was home to twelve different kinds of peaches that Wyatt himself had planted several years ago. She would come to love the peach grove, though for reasons that were both secretive and hidden to her at that moment.
Picking out a long black slip with a V-neck, Lida shed her traveling clothes and dressed. She looked in the floor-length mirror and smiled at herself. She looked like the Little Mermaid, her red hair running rivers down her back. She spun in a few lazy circles, loving the way her dress fanned out around her. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing Lida to blush.
“Yes?” she called out.
The door swung open to reveal Wyatt’s brother, a man named Malcolm Stone.
“Wyatt said he’d met a beautiful lover but he never told me how beautiful,” he commented, looking Lida up and down.
“Who are you?” she frowned, tugging on a shiny black pump. The man in front of her wore a pair of blue jeans and a faded t-shirt that read Jack Daniels across the chest. His biceps were large and covered in tattoos. She wondered if Wyatt hid any tattoos beneath all that luscious material.
“Malcolm,” he said, placing a cigarette between his lips.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said. “I’m Lida.”
“Lida,” he said, rolling her name out between his lips. “I like that.”
A second figure appeared at his side. It was a blonde woman with a wiry body and a purple dress.
“Hey,” she said, nodding at Lida. “Ready to go darling?”
“Just about,” Malcolm said, wrapping his arm around her waist. They bid farewell to Lida and disappeared down the narrow hallway.
She’d only been in America for a little over an hour and could hardly believe the things she’d seen. Everyone dressed so brilliantly, their elegance tangible. When she finally walked downstairs, she found Wyatt waiting for her in the main room.
“You look ravishing,” he said in that quiet tone of his. She hadn’t known him long but had already come to enjoy the way he spoke to her.
“I met your brother upstairs,” she said, holding out an arm for him to take.
“Oh did you now,” he mused, leading her towards an enormous dining room.
A crystal chandelier hung low, casting golden pools all over the table. There was a large window adjacent the table showing a view of a dark blue lake.
“This is beautiful,” she said.
“Isn’t it? I moved to Cali a few years ago and it’s unlike anywhere I’ve ever lived before. The people, for one, are so much fun to hang out with. And while we’re getting to know each other, I figured we could go to my beach house for a few days. It would be well worth your time to see the brilliant surf.”
“That sounds like fun,” Lida commented, unsure of what she was getting herself into. Whenever she heard the phrase “mail-order bride” she thought of stuffy old men who volunteered to pay her dowry, living in decaying mansions with cats and maids with attitude problems. She never expected a wealthy young bachelor to come her way, and not one quite so handsome as Wyatt. But if she were completely honest with herself, a nagging thought tugged at the back of her mind. Wyatt was attractive, but his brother Malcolm was gorgeous.
Lida knew it was crazy—she’d only just landed on foreign soil and already she was attracted to two men at the same time. Unfortunately for Lida, there wasn’t anything that could be done about the situation. Soon chaos would unfold, and with it, a powerful Summer. There were interesting things in store for her, she only needed to wait for them to appear.
“How’s the food?” Wyatt asked after the first course had been delivered.
“It’s incredible,” Lida said, smiling at him. They were eating one of her favor dishes, which was oysters and chilled white wine.
“So,” Wyatt said, downing another oyster. The cook arrived with the second course, which was a steamed duck. “What should we do tomorrow?”
“Do you have any plans?” Lida asked. She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing with Wyatt. Her mother had instructed her to seduce him in any way possible. He was the only one who had the money to pay her dowry and he’d offered a little bit more, just so her family could live comfortably for the next few years. He was also the youngest of all of them, which made him even more appealing. Did Lida love him? She still had no clue.
“I was thinking we could go to the beach with a few of my friends. It’ll be in the high nineties out and it would be nice to go out and swim, maybe eat at a restaurant downtown afterwards. How does that sound to you?”
“Perfect,” she said, her lips spreading into a grin. They continued to eat their weight in meat and wine, eventually retiring to their bedrooms close to three in the morning. Lida had been starving after the flight and Wyatt’s cooking was amazing. He told her they would sleep in separate beds until she felt connected enough to climb into bed alongside him. Lida felt honored to have such a romantic partner, one that wanted to move
slow not fast. That was exactly the pace she was comfortable with. And when she got upstairs to the bedroom, she fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
Chapter 2
The next day Lida woke to sunshine spilling through her window. She rolled over and looked at the alarm clock, which was a sleek black box. It was nine in the morning, later than she’d expected to sleep. She’d slept on the plane all night and felt well rested. She stretched in the bed, her silk pajamas feeling nice and cool against her soft skin. Around her head was a halo of bright red hair. Downstairs, she heard loud laughter and conversation. Lida rolled out of the bed and eased on a pair of slippers Wyatt had bought for her. She needed to take a shower before heading downstairs to meet anybody new.
The shower was located down the hall not he right. It was enormous and had a Jacuzzi in the center. She wanted to try that first, but knew she should shower and make herself presentable. The bathtub was enormous and shaped like a kidney. Lida thought it looked more like a small pool than a bathtub. The curtains were clear and covered in aquamarine raindrops. She turned on the water, stripping down to nothing as the room heated up with steam.
Plucking a pink bath bomb from the bathroom drawer, Lida placed it in the water and watched it spin out of control. She dipped her long legs in the tub, letting the hot water envelop her like a glove. She decided she could get used to this lifestyle. Fancy dinners with Wyatt, occasionally bumping into his attractive older brother in the halls—it wasn’t all that bad.
She still had no clue what Wyatt’s friend were like, but assumed they would be as kind as he was. Little did Lida know, she was in for a big surprise.
After showering, she tossed on a summer dress and packed her bikini. Wyatt and Lida left in his bright red Corvette and drove towards the beach. They were meant to meet his friends at the beach by eleven in the morning and no later. He’d packed a cooler full of food and drinks and had a separate cooler for wine and beer.
“Are you nervous?” Wyatt asked, placing a warm hand on her knee. Lida smiled, feeling like they were a couple straight out of the movies.
“No,” she said quietly. “I’m excited to meet your friends.”
“Well I’m sure they’re going to love you,” Wyatt said. “Why wouldn’t they? You’re beautiful and charismatic, and you’ve got that blazing red hair everyone lusts after.”
“You’re sweet,” Lida said, biting her lower lip.
He chuckled, smiling at her in the rearview mirror. He was wearing a pair of shining silver aviators and Lida was wearing bright red heart-shaped sunglasses. Her dress was white with small daisies printed all over it.
When they got to the beach, Lida was surprised to see clusters of people scattered across the beach. Each was its own private party, the attendees only paying attention to each other. Wyatt led Lida over to a large group of people standing next to a barbecue. They waved when they saw Wyatt and Lida heading over to them.
“I’m surprised you made it,” said a petite blonde girl with a purple bikini top. “I thought you’d be spending the whole day in bed, now that you’ve got a new girl and all.”
Lida blushed, wondering if Wyatt had told them about their deal. But from the way he spoke to his friends, it would appear that he hadn’t told them anything. He tugged her away for a second, whispering in her ear that he wouldn’t tell anyone how they knew each other until Lida felt comfortable admitting it.
“That’s very kind of you,” she said.
Wyatt leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek, causing her to blush a very dark shade of pink.
“Anything for my princess,” he said.
It had only been a day and he’d already started calling her pet names.
“Do you mind?” he asked, a worried look spreading across his face.
“No,” she said, smiling brightly at him. “I appreciate it. It makes me feel closer to you.”
He grasped her hand tightly in his and led her back over to his friends. There was the bubbly Eva, a petite blonde with blood red lips and dark blue eyes. Eva was dating a man named Nate with shaggy brown hair who worked as an investment banker. Abby with the pixie cut was dating Rob with the curly black hair. And then there was Malcolm, standing next to a completely different girl than he was standing next to the previous evening.
“I didn’t know your brother would be here,” Lida commented, unsure of how that would sound to Wyatt.
“Me either,” he said, frowning.
“So Lida, where are you from?” asked the girl next to Malcolm. It turned out her name was Serena and she was from San Francisco.
“I uh, recently moved here from Russia,” she said quietly.
“You’re Russian?” Eva asked, her high-pitched voice pissing Lida off.
“Yeah,” Lida said. “That’s where I was born.”
“But your English is so good,” said Rob, a criminal defense lawyer.
“Um thanks,” Lida said, biting her lip so hard she drew blood. She never knew what to say in situations like this and was grateful to have Wyatt by her side. He wrapped his arm around her protectively and gave a little squeeze.
“So what’s for lunch?” he asked, grinning wide. Wyatt loved food. Ever since he was a kid, he was obsessed with becoming a chef. His dream had turned into a reality when his father surprised him with chef school. Since opening his restaurant downtown, he’d already earned two Michelin stars, which was more than an average American restaurant earned even for a good restaurant.
Growing up with an enormous plot of land allowed Wyatt the luxury to travel and experiment. He wound up cooking strange foods, including but not pertaining to mushroom burgers and chocolate bacon wrapped fillets. The mushroom burgers, Lida was told, were a delicatessen at his restaurant. First the ground beef was cooked and then an enormous egg was cooked on top. Sprinkled with a layer of spice, the meat was sandwiched between two enormous mushroom halves. From what Lida had heard so far, the sandwich was meant to be incredible. As for the chocolate on the steak, she wasn’t quite so sure, but figured she would try it in due time.
Wyatt asked her at the breakfast table that morning if she wanted to go to his restaurant with him at some point that week.
“If you come early enough, you’ll get to see the food that is delivered fresh every single morning. I can’t tell you what a thrill it is to smell fresh basil.”
“Are you insane?” Lida asked, bursting into giggles.
“No mon cherie, I just love food,” he’d responded, kissing her on the forehead.
Lida hoped she would come to love food the same way Wyatt did. He was a real connoisseur for the finer things in life. California was a good fit for him as it had all the elegance and style of New York city but it also had brilliant beaches, soft sand, and clusters of college students rollerblading all over the place.
Lida sat down in a plastic purple chair next to the others. The men busied themselves with barbecue while the women sat around, gossiping.
“I heard she’s going to bring him to the next charity gala,” said Eva, rolling her eyes. “Why on earth does she think that’s a good idea?”
“Ugh she probably doesn’t realize that what she’s doing is wrong. You know she’s an idiot, right?”
“Who are you guys talking about?” Lida asked, sipping on a chilled glass of lemonade.
“Penelope Weathers,” Abby commented, making sure to fake-gag afterwards. “What’s so bad about Penelope Weathers?”
“She’s dating Abby’s ex-boyfriend. It’s so rude I can’t even believe her choice in men,” Eva said. She reached over and patted Abby condescendingly on the head.
“Ah,” Lida said. She’d had a friend like that back home, a girl named Kara that slept around with all the guys at school. One day she disappeared and never returned. There was a rumor going around that she was sent to boarding school by her parents, who were attempting to discipline her. Lida waned to tell them her story, but she knew she would be judged. The girls around here went to board
ing school before applying to only the most elite colleges, graduating cum laude.
“So have you forgiven her?” Lida asked after a while.
“I would never,” Abby said. She slipped on a page of purple shades over her eyes, dismissing Lida’s commentary. Turning to Eva, she entered into a quick-witted conversation about how absurd the gala was going to be.
Lida wondered if she would be invited to go. Part of her courtship included attending black-tie events with Wyatt. She’d known he was rich, but had no idea he was part of such an elite society of men and women. If Lida had that much money, she would send it back to her home country in the hopes of supporting all of her friends and family. She wouldn’t waste it on expensive dresses or delicate pairs of sunglasses that would only be replaced a few weeks later.
One thing she did admire about Wyatt was his cooking. He was an excellent cook and did so because he was in love with food.
“Are you having fun?” Wyatt asked, surprising Lida.
“Yes, so much fun,” she said, smiling up at him. As he whispered his lips brushed against her ear ever so slightly, sending a tingle down her spine.
He kissed her on the cheek before walking back towards his friends, his hips swinging confidently from side to side.
“How did you managed to bag him?” Eva asked.
Something in her tone reminded Lida of envy, but like a good girl she kept her mouth shut. She told the story she had rehearsed dozens of times before with Wyatt. They’d met on the ocean, when he had been out fishing with a few of his fishermen friends. He’d been at sea for a few days that week, trying to get a good catch so he could create a new dish for the restaurant. Lida was on a smaller ship, sunbathing with her friends. She entered into a conversation with Wyatt and eventually swam over to him like a mermaid. They fell in love shortly after that.
If Lida were honest with herself, she knew the story sounded insane. In her mind, she would have liked to meet a man by accident. They would enter into a complex courtship, dancing circles around each other until one of them finally submitted to the other. Wyatt was so shy that she barely knew he was flirting with her. Only when he enacted strong gestures, like a kiss on the cheek or an arm held out to her did Lida know he was leaning towards love.
