Sophia smiled and tucked her arm in Alannis’s. “He’s planned a party in your honor, dear. It’s a very special night.” She winked at Theron behind Alannis’s back, and Theron felt his unease increase.
“A party for me? It sounds so exciting,” Alannis said, her eyes sparkling in delight.
She really was quite lovely, in a quiet, understated way. For some reason, however, he couldn’t chase the image of another woman from his mind when he looked at her.
He glanced away, his jaw tight as they walked through the lobby toward the ballroom. When they entered, the band struck up and confetti fell from the ceiling.
Alannis looked up, her eyes rapt. She held her fingers up to catch the flurries as they spiraled down like crazy, neon snow.
“Oh, it’s wonderful, Theron,” she breathed.
He nudged her forward again, his heart pounding with each step they took. His hand drifted into his pocket as they neared the center of the room. The edges of the box scraped against his fingers, and he fumbled with it, coaxing the velvet box inside free.
Would she be as excited when he asked her to be his wife? Would he? Or was he about to make the biggest mistake of his life?
“Alannis…” he began, cursing the fact that his voice was so shaky.
She turned and looked up at him, eyes shining and a smile curving her lips. Lips that he had no desire to kiss. “Yes, Theron?”
Isabella sat forward in her seat, straining to see out the front window. “What’s the hold up?” she asked desperately. “Why aren’t we moving?”
Marcus took hold of her shoulder. “It’s a wreck, Bella. Calm down, sit back. We’ll get there. He won’t propose as soon as the party starts.”
She stared out the window at the sea of cars all at a dead stop. They’d never get out of this in time.
In a burst of frustration, she reached for the door handle and yanked the door open.
“Bella, what are you doing? Get back in the car. You can’t go running through the streets of New York City,” Marcus exclaimed as she clambered out.
She turned and bent to stare back into the car where he sat. “I have to go, Marcus. We’ll never make it in time and you know it. I have to get there before he proposes. I can’t…” She swallowed and looked away for a moment. When she looked back, tears clouded her vision. “I have to go. Thank you for everything.”
She closed the door, picked up the long skirt of her dress in her hands and ran through the traffic, ignoring the honks as she cut in front of cars trying to inch forward. She heard the shouts of Reynolds and glanced back to see that he was hotfooting it down the street after her. Turning, she kept on running. She didn’t have time to stop and explain.
Unsure of where she was going, she kept to the sidewalk, paralleling the traffic. When she saw an unoccupied taxi, she ran to the window and tapped.
The cabbie gave her a disgruntled look and rolled down his window. “Look lady, no one’s going anywhere in this mess.”
She held up a hand. “Please, can you tell me how to get to Imperial Park Hotel? How far am I?”
His eyes narrowed as he stared back at her. “As the crow flies, not far. If you cut over from this street a block then up two, you’ll be six or so blocks from the hotel. Just head straight for five blocks, turn left and you’ll see it as soon as you round the corner.”
With a murmured thanks, she gathered her dress, shed her shoes and took off running as fast as she could go.
“Hey, lady, you left your shoes!” the man shouted from behind her.
By the time she’d gone three blocks, it had started to rain lightly. Not that it mattered. She already looked a fright, and her hopes of looking like a million dollars when she burst into Theron’s engagement party were doomed.
When she rounded the corner of the last block, the heavens opened and it began to pour. Blinking the water from her eyes, she dashed toward the hotel, avoiding the puddles that were already forming beneath her feet.
Please, oh please, let me be on time.
Her hair was plastered to her face by the time she made it under the awning. Water dripped from her body and from the sodden mass of her ruined dress. Her feet ached, and she was sure she’d cut her right foot on something.
Ignoring the inquisitive looks thrown her way, she rushed past several people who were trying to hurry inside. Skidding on the polished floor, she righted herself and ran as fast as she could with a wet dress wrapped around her legs.
As she neared the ballroom, she heard cheers from inside and then mad clapping. No. She couldn’t be too late, she couldn’t.
She thrust herself inside the door, her gaze wildly searching the crowd gathered. There, in the middle, stood Theron and Alannis. Alannis was beaming from head to toe as she gazed lovingly up at Theron who was smiling down at her. Around them people clapped and then they brought their glasses up in a toast.
The words were lost to Isabella. She heard nothing except the buzz in her ears. She saw nothing but how radiant Alannis looked. It was a stark contrast to how dead Isabella felt in that moment.
Slowly, every part of her aching, she turned, tears swimming in her eyes, and walked slowly back out of the ballroom. She nearly ran into Reynolds as he hurried up to her. Keeping her head down, she continued on, ignoring his demands to know if she was all right.
All right? Nothing would ever be all right again.
Gradually the sounds of laughter and happiness diminished, and she was left with only the murmur of the people milling about the lobby.
A tear slipped down her cheek, and she made no move to wipe it. Who would notice? It would look like she was caught in the rain as she had been.
As she neared the entrance, Marcus ran in and stopped abruptly in front of her.
“Isabella, are you all right?” he demanded. “That was a foolish thing you did.”
He caught her shoulders and spun her so that she looked at him. And then he must have seen the misery in her eyes because his tirade ceased, and gentle understanding shone in his eyes.
“You were too late?” he asked needlessly.
She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut as more hot tears escaped.
He gathered her in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Bella. I promised I would have you here on time.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered.
“Come on, let me get you up to your room,” he urged as he turned her toward the elevator. “You’re soaked through.” He nodded tersely at Reynolds. “I’ll take her up.”
Numbly, she let him escort her into the elevator. As they rode up, images of Alannis and Theron filtered through her mind. They’d looked so happy.
Happy.
Almost like…they were in love.
She closed her eyes again. Why couldn’t he love her?
Marcus took the key from her shaking fingers and unlocked her door. Cool air immediately washed over her, eliciting a chill.
“You’re soaked, too,” she said as she became aware of his wet shirt and slacks.
He gave her a wry smile. “I took off after you and got caught in the downpour.”
She tried to smile and failed miserably. “Sorry.”
He sighed. “Why don’t you go take a hot bath? I’ll order up room service and see if they can’t also get me some dry clothing brought up from the boutique.”
She nodded and shuffled toward the bathroom.
Theron slipped his hand in the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out his BlackBerry. He frowned when he saw his last message had gone unanswered.
Excusing himself from Alannis with a smile, he nodded to the other guests assembled around them and backed away. He walked out of the ballroom and headed to the men’s room just two doors down. As he was about to enter, he looked down the hallway and saw Reynolds standing next to his men. He was soaking wet.
With a frown, Theron stalked toward the three men. Reynolds glanced up as he heard Theron approach.
“Where’s Isabella?” Theron demanded.
“In her room with Atwater,” Reynolds replied.
Sure he had heard wrong, Theron’s eyes narrowed. “With who?”
“She went up a few minutes ago with Atwater,” Reynolds said calmly. “They were both soaked.”
Theron’s pulse pounded against his temple. It was all he could do not to charge up to her room and drag Marcus out. Then he’d beat the hell out of him.
With a muttered curse, he spun around and headed for the elevator. Anger rushed like lava through his veins. What the hell was Marcus thinking? Theron knew damn well what he was thinking, and what he was thinking with.
When he finally reached Isabella’s door, he rapped sharply. A few seconds later, the door opened to a smiling Marcus who wore just a bathrobe.
He looked startled to see Theron standing there, and then his eyes narrowed to slits. “Sorry, I thought you were room service,” Marcus said. Then he turned his head toward the bathroom. “Stay in the tub a little longer, sweetheart. Food’s not here yet.”
Turning back to Theron, Marcus did a slow up and down perusal, and then he asked in a bored voice, “Now, what can I do for you?”
“You arrogant…” Theron said in a menacing voice.
“You broke away from your engagement party to come up here and call me names?” Marcus asked in amusement.
A sound down the hallway had Theron looking to see the room service cart being wheeled toward Isabella’s door. Marcus pressed forward and stared as well.
“Ah, there’s the food now. If you’ll excuse me. Or was there something you wanted?” Marcus asked pointedly.
Theron backed away, unsettled and feeling like he’d just gone a round in the boxing ring. Without a word, he turned and stalked away, his fists clenched into balls at his sides.
His gut churned as he got back onto the elevator. Why did it matter? He’d set Marcus up to be a choice in Isabella’s hunt for a husband. Why then did he feel absolutely sickened by the prospect that Isabella had made her choice?
Twelve
I sabella was wakened by a loud knock at her door. She opened her eyes, wincing at how scratchy and dry they felt. Her hands went to wipe the swollen lids, and she remembered that she’d cried herself to sleep the night before.
Theron had proposed to Alannis. She’d been too late. And they’d looked so happy.
Fitting that she was completely miserable.
A knock sounded again, prompting her to slide her legs from the covers and push herself from the bed. Gathering her robe that lay over the chair a few feet away, she pulled it on and tied it as she walked to the door.
When she stared through the peephole, she saw Sadie standing outside, or at least someone who resembled Sadie. It was hard to tell with the platinum blond wig adorning her head. She opened the door, and Sadie brushed by talking a mile a minute.
“Thank goodness you’re here,” Sadie said. “For a minute I thought you’d forgotten about tonight.”
Isabella closed the door and turned to look at Sadie.
“I’ve got everything in my bag, and we have plenty of time to prepare,” Sadie chattered on. “It’ll be a snap.”
Then Sadie stopped as she got a good look at Isabella. Her brow creased in confusion, and her lips parted.
“Bella, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?”
To Isabella’s dismay, she felt the sting of more tears. Irritated, she blinked them away, determined not to shed a single one.
Sadie closed the distance between them and slung an arm around her friend, guiding her toward the couch. Isabella found herself seated, and then Sadie plopped down beside her.
“What happened?” she asked. “Is it Theron?”
Isabella closed her eyes and nodded.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry.” Sadie enfolded her in her arms. “Did he propose to Alannis? Is that it?”
Isabella nodded against Sadie’s shoulder. Sadie pulled away and brushed the hair from Isabella’s face.
“Let’s forget all about tonight. We’ll order in some really good takeout and binge on desserts that have a gazillion calories.”
Isabella smiled. “You can’t miss your party, Sadie. It’s too important. Just because my life is in shambles isn’t a reason for you to lose your job and your chance at Broadway.”
Sadie looked doubtfully at her. “I’m not sure you’re up for this, Bella.”
Bella forced a broader smile to her lips. “How bad can it be? I’ll dress like you, dance some and attract male attention. It won’t last long, and you’ll keep your job.”
“Are you sure?”
Isabella nodded. “Let’s order something to eat. I’m starved. Then you can teach me the moves I need to know.” She glanced at the bright wig Sadie was wearing. “Is that what I’m wearing out of here tonight?”
Sadie grinned. “It’s the perfect way past your security guys. I made sure they saw me come in, and honestly, who could miss this?” she said as she slid her hands suggestively down the curves of her body.
Isabella cracked up. “No false modesty for you.”
Sadie winked at her then continued on. “We’ll dress you like me and you’ll sashay out of here. No one will know that I’m still up here. I’ll give you a good head start and then I’ll get ready for the party and leave, looking nothing like the blond bombshell who arrived earlier.”
“Well, what’s the worst that can happen?” Isabella asked with a shrug. “We get caught and Reynolds throws another fit. I’m sure Theron is too busy with his new fiancée to give a damn about my whereabouts.”
“That’s the spirit,” Sadie crowed. “Let’s do it!”