Made in Heaven (18 page)

‘Relax,' said Emily. ‘I've got it all sorted. You'll love it, I promise. I'm not saying a word about it though. It's strictly secret.'

‘Surely you can tell me,' Maureen said, trying for a jolly, all-girls-together tone. ‘Just to check that it's suitable.'

‘It's eminently suitable, Zannah will love it and I'm not saying a word. That's it!' Emily took another chocolate and popped it into her mouth.

‘I'm in charge of my dress and the bridesmaid's dress,' Zannah said. ‘Or dresses, if Gemma's going to be a bridesmaid as well. And I'll sort the decorations and the flowers.'

‘I suppose we ought to come back to the matter of the venue,' Maureen said, taking a file out of her handbag. ‘I've taken the liberty of printing out a lot of stuff from the Internet. We can pass round what I've got and see what suits us. There really is no shortage of places. Some are nicer than others, naturally. Have a look.'

‘Maureen,' said Zannah tentatively, and Joss could see that she was worried about what she was going to say. She recognized the look in her daughter's eyes. It had been there every time she'd had to perform in public when she was a child. It was a sort of panicked excitement, which made her skin flush pink and her
cheeks burn. That was happening now. Zannah held her hands in a certain way when she had to make any kind of declaration or announcement and there it was: palms not quite pressed together, fingertips touching, almost but not quite in a prayer position.

‘Yes, dear?' said Maureen.

Zannah plunged on, ‘It's just that … Well. Adrian and I have talked it over and we've actually already decided on a venue. I didn't want to tell you over the phone. I hope very much you'll agree with us that it's a lovely idea.'

Maureen cocked her head to one side. ‘Adrian's not said a word.'

‘Well, we only made our minds up a couple of days ago.' She took a deep breath. ‘It's Charlotte's garden. You've seen it, of course. We think it's absolutely perfect. A marquee on the terrace, with all the trees – you remember the trees down by the wall – the trees decorated too. And there's a really lovely church almost next door. I was there just the other day. What do you think?'

Joss watched Maureen adjust her face before answering. She was taking her time. Finally, she sucked in air through her nose like someone about to dive into a pool filled with icy water and said, ‘I'm not at all sure I agree with this decision, Zannah. No offence to your beautiful garden, Charlotte, but from what I saw, I don't think a marquee capable of holding the number of guests I had in mind would fit on to your rather narrow terrace.' She smiled. ‘Perhaps you arid Adrian didn't take the numbers into account, Zannah.'

‘Well, that's the other thing, Maureen. I don't want all that many people at the wedding. I thought seventy-five at most.'

‘Seventy-five!' To hear Maureen, you'd have thought the mere mention of this number was one of the most shocking things she'd ever heard. She appealed to
Joss. ‘I despair!' she said, trying for a lightness of tone that would indicate she was still in some sort of good humour, though it was quite clear that she was, in a phrase beloved of Em, ‘spitting cobs' behind the façade of her rapidly disappearing smile. ‘Whatever do these young people think a big wedding is all about?' She turned to Zannah again and adopted the tone of an indulgent teacher. ‘It's not just about you and Adrian, you know. Such a wedding is a family occasion. A statement to the world. It's an event to which you want to invite your colleagues, your friends, everyone. Graham has more than thirty colleagues at the hospital I'm sure he'd want to be there. To say nothing of your father's colleagues, and your mother's, and Emily's too. And of course, mine. It's a demonstration of who we all are. You agree with me, don't you, Joss? You tell her.'

‘I'm sorry, Maureen,' said Joss. ‘It's not up to me. It's Zannah's wedding, and Adrian's of course, and if they only want seventy-five people, then that's what they should have.'

Surely Gray couldn't want huge numbers of people at the wedding? But Joss wasn't sure of her own views about big weddings, let alone his. Mostly, she thought the whole enterprise a gigantic waste of time, and could think of a hundred other things the money could more usefully be spent on, but Zannah's single-mindedness and Isis's infectious enthusiasm had almost succeeded in changing her mind. Why shouldn't love be celebrated with a glorious, all-out, beautifully decorated party? Bob, surprisingly, was what he called ‘on side' and what Em called ‘up for it', which was a good thing, as their savings would be greatly reduced. She heard Maureen speak and turned to her. Joss could see that she was doing her best to keep her emotions under control, although she was clearly seething inwardly.

‘I do think you might have given me a hint about
this a little earlier,' she said. ‘I've already spoken about this wedding to so many people. What are they going to think?'

‘I'm sure they won't mind.' Zannah spoke more firmly than Joss had expected. Perhaps that's the voice she uses at school, she thought, to keep the children in line. She felt like cheering. ‘It's nearly a year before the wedding,' Zannah continued, ‘so I'm sure you can't have told that many people. I want a small, beautiful wedding and Charlotte's kindly letting us use her garden. It's just right – and, what's more,' she smiled at Maureen, trying to dissipate the woman's anger, ‘it'll be much cheaper than any hired public venue.'

‘You keep saying “I”, Zannah,' Maureen said, her voice a little lower and calmer now. ‘ I want … I don't want. It's Adrian's wedding too, you know.'

‘Yes, of course I know,' said Zannah. ‘I do mean “our wedding” really. Adrian and I have talked about every single aspect of the day. I'm sorry I said “I”, Maureen. I didn't mean that.'

Maureen accepted the apology with a small dip of her head. She pressed her advantage and went on, ‘I had no idea that financial considerations were uppermost in your minds. We're quite happy to help with expenses, you know. Adrian's my son and we'd be delighted to contribute. I'm sorry if I hadn't made that quite clear. It's a terrible burden for one family to carry on their own and I wouldn't dream of you, Joss, and your husband, taking care of everything.'

‘I think,' said Joss, suppressing an urge to throw her coffee across the table at the velvety front of Maureen's beige jacket, ‘that Zannah was saying something else. Not about money at all. It's about the sort of wedding they want. They don't want our friends to be there, or yours, or … your husband's. It's kind of you to offer to contribute financially. I'm sure there'll be ways in which you can still do that. However, I would like to make it
clear that we, as the bride's parents, are happy to pay for whatever we need to pay for.'

‘Well,' said Maureen, gathering together her printed-out pages and pushing them into a soft, brown suede handbag, ‘there were other things we ought to have talked about, but I suppose they can wait till another time. For instance, you say the church is perfect but I'd rather thought St Margaret's, Westminster, or Chelsea Old Church … Never mind. I'll look into marquees and their hire on the Internet, and let you know what I find, Charlotte. There's nothing more to be said, if you've set your heart on it, Zannah. Though I have to admit, I've not quite given up, you know. I'll talk to Adrian. I just want to make sure you haven't pressured him, my dear.' She laughed without mirth, and pushed her chair back from the table. ‘I really ought to go now,' she said. ‘Graham's going to want supper when he comes back from the hospital, and we have covered most things, haven't we?'

She stood up. ‘Thank you so much for a divine lunch, Zannah. And you, Emily. I believe you did the lion's share of the cooking. Perhaps Adrian ought to be marrying you!' She trilled out another laugh.

Emily said, ‘Oh, you'd hate that, Maureen. I've set my heart on no wedding at all. I'm going to fly to America and get married there … just me and my fiancé.' She grinned at the look of horror that crossed Maureen's face.

‘Oh, dear, well … maybe you're right. I'll just have to put up with Zannah!' Again, there was the silvery cascade of sound to tell the world she didn't really mean it.

Joss was so distressed by Maureen's casual mention of cooking supper for Gray that all thoughts of the wedding and where it was going to be and how many people were going to attend vanished out of her head. She managed to say a reasonably civil goodbye
to Maureen and while Zannah and Emily accompanied her to the door, she sat at the table and helped herself to another of her chocolates.

Charlotte, directly opposite, was gazing at her searchingly. ‘Is anything wrong, Joss darling? You looked so happy when you were telling us about the Madrigal Prize, but now you seem distraught.'

‘I'm very happy about being shortlisted. Really. I'd not expected anything like that would ever happen to me.'

‘That's the shortlisting. What about … other matters? Are you unhappy about something else?'

‘No, no … really.'

‘I don't know whether I believe you. You forget, I've known you all your life. You look … well, as though there's some kind of shadow over you.'

‘I've got a lot on my mind. The wedding. Managing everything. You know how it is.'

Charlotte nodded, and Joss knew she wouldn't pursue it. That was one of the best things about Charlotte. She made an effort to help. She wanted to understand, but if you sent out strong enough signals that said
Keep off
, then she wouldn't insist. Joss longed to tell her about Gray. What a relief it would be to have this lump of misery, this horrible anguish, out in the open.

Zannah and Emily came back into the room and sat down at the table.

‘Fifteen-love to us,' said Emily. ‘Terrific! What if Adrian takes her side?'

‘He won't,' said Zannah. ‘He wouldn't dare. He knows my feelings.'

‘Little Mo might be able to persuade him.' Emily started to giggle. ‘She has ways of making him obey her, I'm sure.'

‘So have I!' said Zannah and, before long, she and Emily were helpless with laughter, almost lying across the table.

Emily reached for the wine bottle.

‘Who wants to drink Ma's health? Congratulations, Ma dear. We're very proud of you. I think we ought to have some kind of party, don't you? Have you told Pa yet?'

‘No, and I must. May I use the phone in your bedroom, Zannah?'

‘Sure. I'll start the dishes.'

Joss went into her daughter's bedroom and lay on the bed. She held the handset against her shoulder and dialled. Bob would be pleased and proud and wouldn't properly understand how marvellous it was, how satisfying it was to have her work recognized. The shortlist would be published in the newspapers. Gray would see it. He always read the paper carefully. Oh, Gray, she thought as she waited for Bob to answer the phone. I wish I could phone you and tell you how I'm feeling. The answering-machine picked up her call and Joss heard her own voice asking her to leave a message after the tone. She said, ‘Hello, Bob, it's me. I've had bit of nice news. Give me a ring at Zannah's and I'll tell you about it. I'm in all evening. Or I'll ring you. Bye.'

*

‘What on earth's so urgent that it couldn't be done over the phone, Mum?'

Adrian's frown, in the dim shadows of this rather chichi little bar, made him look even more gorgeous than usual and it was all Maureen could do to stop herself reaching out to push his hair out of his eyes, as she used to do when he was a small boy. God, Zannah didn't appreciate what a treasure she was getting! She said, ‘Honestly, Adrian. You can't say you weren't happy to get my call. Anyone would think you didn't want to meet me for a little drink. I need to speak to you, that's all. I'm in town – and it took some effort to convince myself that I was going to be safe, after the bombs and everything – it's nicer to chat to you face to face. I just
didn't fancy trekking all the way to your flat. You can make a bit of an effort to see your aged mother, can't you?'

‘You look lovely, Mum,' Adrian smiled. ‘You don't have to fish for compliments. It's just that I'm meeting Zannah later. But it's good to see you, of course it is. Everyone probably thinks you're my girlfriend.'

‘Or that you're my gigolo!' She giggled. ‘Forgive me, darling. We've been having a wedding-planning lunch at Zannah's flat. I expect she told you.'

Adrian nodded and Maureen realized she was hoping he'd say he knew nothing about the lunch. It would have made what she had to say next, that Zannah was doing all sorts of things without consulting him properly, more plausible. She went on, after another sip from her glass of white wine, ‘She told me that you'd decided to hold the reception in Mrs Parrish's garden, and get married in basically the nearest available church, without looking into what other churches have to offer. Are you really in favour of that? Do you honestly want only seventy-five guests? What about everyone from the hospital and the bank? Zannah said she'd discussed it with you but I can't imagine you'd agree to that without a fight.'

‘I don't care, to tell you the truth. Not that bothered, if you must know, about the people at the bank. I mean, my friends'll come, of course, but not everyone in the office. I bet Doc doesn't want the day full of everyone he sees at the hospital either. No, I'm with Zannah on this. And I reckon the garden'll be rather good. Not to mention more economical, right?'

Maureen sighed. ‘It's your wedding as well, Adrian. Wouldn't you like the reception to be held somewhere … well, somewhere a little grander?'

‘Zannah has strong views. She thinks a family venue means more, and quite honestly, Mum, it's her day, really. Don't tell her this, and I'm okay with a proper wedding, all the stops out, but it's mainly for her sake.
I'd be quite happy with a register office and a flight to the Maldives. And, by the way, that's not where we're going on honeymoon. I'm keeping that secret.'