“Which bits sounded false?” I say lightly. “Out of interest?”
“When she told me that she was proud of everything I’d done, from the founding of my company to choosing you as a wife. It just didn’t quite… I don’t know…” He shakes his head.
“I thought that was rather good!” I retort before I can stop myself. “I mean… you know… quite a likely thing for her to say—”
“But then she said something else. She said there wasn’t a single day since I was born that she hadn’t thought about me.” He hesitates. “And the way she said it… I really believed her.”
“She said that?” I say, taken aback.
There was nothing about that on the piece of paper I gave Elinor. I reach for Luke’s gin and tonic and take a sip, thinking hard.
“I really do think she meant what she said,” I say at last. “In fact… I know it. The point is, she wanted to tell you she loved you. Even if everything she said didn’t sound completely natural, that’s what she wanted you to know.”
“I suppose so.” He meets my eyes. “But still. I can’t feel the same way about her. I can’t go back to where I was.”
“No,” I say after a short silence. “Well… I think that’s probably a good thing.”
The spell’s been lifted. Luke has finally woken up.
I lean over and kiss him, then take another sip of his drink. “I should go and put my frock on.”
“You’re not wearing that fetching anorak?” says Luke with a grin.
“Well, I was going to. But now you’ve seen it, I’ll just have to find something else, I suppose…” I get up to go — then hesitate. “Listen, Luke. If things seem a bit strange today, just… go with it, OK?”
“OK,” says Luke in surprise.
“You promise?”
“I promise.” He gives me a sideways look. “Becky, is there anything I should know?”
“Er… no,” I say innocently. “No, I don’t think so. See you in there.”
Twenty-one
I CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE made it to this moment. I honestly can’t believe it’s really happening.
I’m wearing a wedding dress and a sparkly tiara in my hair.
I’m a bride.
As I’m led by Robyn down the empty, silent Plaza corridors, I feel a bit like the president in a Hollywood movie. “The Beauty is on the move,” she’s muttering into her headset as we walk along the plushy red carpet. “The Beauty is approaching.”
We turn a corner and I catch a glimpse of myself in a huge antique mirror, and feel a dart of shock. Of course I know what I look like. I’ve just spent half an hour staring at myself in the suite upstairs, for goodness’ sake. But still, catching myself unawares, I can’t quite believe that girl in the veil is me. It’s me.
I’m about to walk up the aisle at the Plaza. Four hundred people watching every move. Oh God.
Oh God. What am I thinking?
As I see the doors of the Terrace Room, I start to panic, and my fingers tighten around my bouquet. This is never going to work. I must be mad. I can’t do it. I want to run away.
But there’s nowhere to run. There’s nothing else to do but go forward.
Erin and the other bridesmaids are waiting, and as we draw near, they all begin to coo over my dress. I’ve no idea what their names are. They’re daughters of Elinor’s friends. After today I’ll probably never see them again.
“String orchestra. Stand by for Beauty,” Robyn is saying into her headset.
“Becky!” I look up, and thank God, it’s Danny, wearing a brocade frock coat over leather trousers, and carrying a taupe and bronze Ceremony Program. “You look amazing.”
“Really? Do I look OK?”
“Spectacular,” says Danny firmly. He adjusts the train, stands back for a look, then takes out a pair of scissors and snips at a piece of ribbon.
“Ready?” says Robyn.
“I guess,” I say, feeling slightly sick.
The double doors swing open, and I hear the rustle of four hundred people turning in their seats. The string orchestra starts to play the theme from Sleeping Beauty, and the bridesmaids begin to walk up the aisle.
And suddenly I’m walking forward. I’m walking into the enchanted forest, carried on the swell of the music. Little lights are twinkling overhead. Pine needles are giving off their scent under my feet. There’s the smell of fresh earth and the sound of birds chirruping, and the trickle of a tiny waterfall. Flowers are magically blooming as I take each step, and leaves are unfurling, and people are gasping as they look up. And there’s Luke up ahead, my handsome prince, waiting for me.