“I don’t want anything too extreme,” she told her stylist, Shari. The young woman had a blue streak in her hair and a prominent tattoo on her bare right shoulder and down her arm.
“You have gorgeous hair,” Shari told her as she combed through Allie’s dark, wet tangles. “Do you want an updo like the rest of the party?”
“I’m not a bridesmaid,” Allie said. “I’m not sure exactly how I want my hair done.” Her hairstyle had been the least of her concerns recently.
Before Allie could decide, Shari said, “I think we keep it down and do a crimped version of your style.” She scrunched Allie’s chin-length hair a little to give her an idea of where Shari was headed. “What do you think?”
“That’s good,” Allie said. Much better than an updo, which would make her feel like she was attending her high school prom.
“So, where do you fit into all this?” Shari asked as she rubbed a squirt of mousse between her hands and applied it to Allie’s hair. “If you’re not a bridesmaid, then what are you?”
Allie couldn’t help smiling at Shari’s openness. “I’m the sister of the groom. I passed on the bridesmaid role,” she said in a loud whisper over the whir of the hair dryers. “It’s not really my thing, and the bride didn’t need one more anyway. I’m sure she asked me only to be polite. She already had six bridesmaids, two junior bridesmaids and two flower girls.”
“Wow! No wonder everyone’s booked this morning.”
Shari kept up a running conversation while she worked on her hair, complimenting Allie’s great skin and the striking blue of her eyes next to her milky-white complexion.
This girl was definitely jonesing for a large tip. By the end of their time together, Allie was much more relaxed and decided Shari certainly deserved that tip.
Next stop, back to the downtown Newport hotel where they were all staying so she could get dressed and apply makeup. Another group event she’d taken a pass on, deciding to do these tasks on her own.
At least her mother hadn’t made an issue of that, too.
* * *
ONCE CHARLOTTE FINALLY figured out what she was going to wear on this nondate with Jack, her excitement grew. She hadn’t done anything for the fun of it in...well, she couldn’t remember the last time.
Since her mother’s cancer diagnosis a little over a year ago, Charlotte had been with her mom nearly 24/7 until her passing. Her mother had no other living relatives. After being left all alone, Charlotte’s focus had been settling her mother’s estate and buying the historic home she’d fallen in love with on sight. She had an art studio set up in one of the bedrooms, and she rarely left home except for necessities.
She wasn’t even sure she remembered how to have fun.
She finished her makeup and spent some extra time curling her dark hair into soft waves that came just below her chin. According to the clock on her nightstand, she still had twenty minutes before Jack would come by for her. She was about to slip on her dress when she heard her cell phone.
A text message from Jack.
Running late. Visiting Granddad and he passed out. He’s fine now. Will be there ASAP.
She texted back.
Glad he’s OK. Do you want me to meet you at the wedding?
Jack’s grandfather was in a Providence hospital, which meant Jack was about forty-five minutes away. St. Mary’s church was only a short drive from her house if tourist traffic wasn’t too heavy.
No. I have to change for the wedding. Didn’t expect to stay this long.
When she was ready to go, Charlotte made herself comfortable on her porch. She didn’t want Jack to have to wait even a second longer on her account.
The wedding was scheduled to begin at two, which was almost the time Jack’s black sports car came down the street. He spotted her immediately and waved as he ran from where he’d parallel parked his car on the street to his front porch steps that he took by twos. “I’ll be right out.”
Charlotte checked her small silver clutch to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything and then locked her front door. She walked carefully down her porch steps to the sidewalk with its cracks and bumps, and then crossed the street. She wasn’t used to wearing the four-inch heels that went with the sapphire-blue dress she’d chosen, but she’d manage. Her dress was gathered on one side under the bust with a glittery silver buckle, and her strappy silver shoes completed the outfit.
“All set?” Jack appeared on his porch, straightening his gold tie and securing a gold tie bar. His dark suit jacket was folded over one arm. He locked his front door and stopped abruptly at the top of his steps. “Wow! You clean up real nice.”
Charlotte’s cheeks heated. She wasn’t used to being complimented on anything but her artwork, even in such a flippant manner. “Thank you.” She couldn’t help noticing he didn’t look half-bad either. “So do you.”
“What, this old thing?” He grinned as he opened the passenger-side door for her and then came around the car to lay his jacket in the backseat before getting into the driver’s seat. “I’m really sorry we’re so late.” He checked the silver watch on his wrist. “By the time we fight the Saturday tourist traffic and park, we’ll probably have missed the ceremony completely. Why don’t we head directly to the reception?”
“Hey, she’s your cousin. No one will miss me,” she teased. “How’s your grandfather? You said he passed out?”
Jack nodded as he pulled out of his parking spot and drove up their street. “I waited until the doctor examined him. The doctor said it was probably low blood sugar because everything else checked out. Turned out Granddad didn’t eat much for lunch today. I guess he’s not thrilled with the food they serve.”
“That’s too bad. Can you bring food in for him?”
“He’s on a low-sodium diet, which makes that difficult.”
“No wonder he doesn’t like the food, if they’re leaving out the salt.”
A few more minutes of small talk and they were at Bellevue House, being directed where to park.
“It’s a beautiful day for a wedding,” Charlotte commented as she exited the car. “They could have had an outdoor wedding. Not that planning an outdoor wedding in this area would be a smart idea.”
“That could be a disaster with the wind gusts off the ocean alone, but I’m sure a lot of brides risk it when you can have the Atlantic Ocean or Narragansett Bay as a backdrop.” Jack put on his suit jacket and then held out his bent arm for her. “Shall we?”
She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, and they headed toward the mansion with its manicured gardens and huge round fountain. “Tell me how you’re related to these people. You said the bride is your cousin?” At his nod, she asked, “And the grandfather you just visited?”
“He’s my mom’s father. The bride is my dad’s niece.”
“Will your mother be here?” She hadn’t thought about how much family he would have at the wedding. His grandfather had raised him, but Jack had never mentioned what had happened to his parents.
“No.” He paused. “She passed away a long time ago.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I should have...”
He stopped walking and looked at her. “It’s okay. I haven’t mentioned it because of your situation. She died when I was about ten.”
He put a hand on the small of her back, and they continued walking.
Charlotte blinked away the tears that threatened. It didn’t take much for her to remember her own mother.
“I always forget how impressive the mansions are,” he said in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
She nodded. “Such a romantic place to have a wedding.”
“If you’re into those things.”
She glanced sideways at him. “I take it you’re not?”
“Definitely not.” He
grinned and then winked. “I’m not a good candidate for marriage, so a wedding is nowhere in my future plans.”
Before she could ask about his plans, they reached the mansion and were directed to the terrace for drinks and hors d’oeuvres.
There must have been more than two hundred people in attendance, mostly standing in groups under the large, striped awning, while a few others sat. There were small, round tables with floor-length tablecloths and six cushioned ladder-back chairs at each. Two bars were set up, one at each end of the terrace, and both had long lines.
“What would you like to drink?” He guided her in the direction of the closest bar.
“A soda would be fine for now.” She wasn’t used to drinking in the middle of the afternoon. The last thing she’d want to do was drink too much and make a fool of herself.
“Oh, there’s my cousin Frank and his wife.” Jack scrunched his face. “I can’t remember her name. Anyway, Frank’s a lot of fun. I’ll introduce you, and you can sit with them while I get us drinks.”
Charlotte wasn’t a “talk to strangers” kind of gal, but since Jack was the only one she knew in the room, she’d try her best to fake it. And it would give her an excuse to not have to stand in her high heels, which were already being troublesome.
* * *
JACK HATED LEAVING CHARLOTTE, but the whole idea of inviting her was to get her out amongst people. Ideally his cousin could engage her and keep her thoughts away from her grief better than Jack had. He should have known the subject of his parents would come up when they were attending a family wedding. At least Charlotte hadn’t asked about his dad, too.
After several minutes, he was nearly at the front of the line. The couples ahead of and behind him were strangers, so he quietly looked over the crowd for people he knew. The wedding party must still be taking pictures. He didn’t see the bride, groom or anyone associated with them on the terrace.
“I’d like two colas,” he told the older man who was bartending. He slipped a dollar into the tip jar and stepped away with the two glasses.
He was making his way back to the table where he’d left Charlotte when he saw her in line at the other bar. She had her back to him, her arms crossed.
A moment of worry hit him. What had happened? Had she gotten tired of waiting for her drink and decided to get her own? Had she not gotten along with Frank and his wife?
Jack hurried through the crowd. He came up behind her and said, “Charlotte?” When she didn’t react, he tapped her shoulder to get her attention.
“What’s the matter, too impatient to wait till I got back?” he asked.
As soon as the woman he thought was Charlotte turned around, he knew it wasn’t Charlotte, even though the resemblance was incredible. She wore a dress similar to Charlotte’s in color, and her hair was not only the same dark brown but also styled nearly identically.
“I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.” He couldn’t help staring into her gorgeous blue eyes. Uncanny. They were exactly like Charlotte’s, but somehow different.
Instead of seeing Charlotte’s grief in her eyes, he saw definite annoyance.
Copyright © 2015 by Lisa Dyson
ISBN-13: 9781460381427
One More Night
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