Murder on the Bride's Side (11 page)

“Hello, Elizabeth,” she said. “Enjoying the party?”

“I am,” I said. I didn’t tell her about Megan’s fight with Roni. It would only upset her, and there was nothing anyone could do about it now. “Everything turned out perfect. This is such a beautiful place for a wedding.”

“I’d love to host yours when the time comes,” she said. With a broad wink, she added, “If I were you, I’d start making plans.”

Embarrassed, I ducked my head. “Well, I don’t think I’m going to need to do that soon.”

“Oh, posh! But, I will grant you this—the boy won’t have a chance to ask you unless you’re with him. Now, why don’t you go and ask him to dance?”

“Oh, I . . .”

“No excuses, now. Go grab your man and dance! The band’s playing a slow one. Those are the best songs for proposals. Now scat! Peter’s under the drink tent over there,” she said, using her cane to point me in the right direction.

“Elsie, really . . .”

“Oh! There’s Annabel Martin,” she said, indicating a petite
woman wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a bright yellow gown. “Excuse me, Elizabeth, I haven’t said hello to her yet.” She quickly made her way across the lawn.

I walked over to Peter and told him about my conversation with Megan. Then, taking Elsie’s advice, we braved the dance floor once again, but by the time we did the band had launched into another fast number. After a few futile attempts, we gave up and opted to watch from the safety of a nearby table. Once I was seated, Peter went off to get us some water. Although it was long past sunset, the heat of the day was still strong. After a few minutes, Avery and Roni approached.

“Elizabeth,” said Avery, “may we join you?”

“Of course,” I answered. “Peter’s just gone to get us something to drink.” While they settled in at the table, I eyed Roni thoughtfully. Throughout the day, I had seen her receive several more calls on her cell phone. However, each time she had immediately hung up, claiming it was a “crank” or “wrong number.” I didn’t believe her for a minute, suspecting that she merely didn’t want to take the call while someone was in earshot. I now searched for something to say. Unfortunately, the only things that sprang to mind were “How’s the affair?” and “So, have you verbally abused Megan enough for one day?” Finally, I settled on, “I can’t believe it’s still so hot.” Mundane, yes, but not toxic.

“I know,” said Avery, “but a storm is coming. This heat will break soon.” After delivering this bland observation, Avery’s face went under a startling transformation. His eyes widened, his mouth parted in surprise, and two bright spots of color formed on his pallid cheeks. I assumed that this reaction was due not to a sudden fear of storms on Avery’s part but to whatever it was that
he was gaping at over my shoulder. I glanced behind me. It was Julia.

She stared at Avery, a small sad smile hovering on her lips. “Hello, Avery,” she said.

Some of Avery’s stupor faded and in a voice heavy with emotion, he said, “Julia! How are you? You look wonderful!”

The low timbre of Avery’s voice caught Roni’s attention. Narrowing her eyes, she studied Julia, while Avery continued to gush his excitement. I smothered a smile as her brows wrinkled in perplexity. To a woman like Roni, Julia’s attraction would be an eternal mystery. Roni could no more understand the importance of warmth, humor, and intelligence than a rattlesnake could understand the importance of comfortable shoes. However, while she may not have understood the attraction, she clearly sensed it.

Roni eyed both Avery and Julia as she carefully arranged her necklace. Concocted of delicately spun platinum and glittering diamonds, it was Avery’s latest and most extravagant gift to Roni yet. Reflecting the vibrant pink of her dress, the diamonds blazed in a rosy fire. Once satisfied that it was properly displayed on her chest, she turned her eyes on Avery.

“Avery, honey,” she purred, “aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

A startled expression crossed Avery’s face at the sound of Roni’s voice. I wondered if he’d forgotten that she was there.

“Oh, of course, excuse me,” he said quickly. “Roni, this is Julia Fitzpatrick. Julia, this is . . . my wife, Roni.”

Roni curled her body into Avery’s. “It’s nice to meet you, Julia,” she said, her long fingers still toying with the necklace.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Julia replied, a tight smile on her lips. Roni took this as a compliment and smiled, but I suspected that Julia’s words held a far different meaning. “That’s a lovely necklace,” Julia added.

Roni’s full lips pulled up into a smug smile. “Isn’t it? It’s a gift from Avery. He’s so thoughtful.”

Julia’s glance flickered to Avery, and I noticed a faint blush creep up his neck. “You’re a very lucky woman” was her only reply. “Well, it was wonderful to see you again, Avery,” she said, as she moved away from the table. “Nice to meet you, Roni,” she added. Giving me a discreet wink, Julia disappeared into the crowd and was gone.

“Didn’t you used to date her?” Roni asked.

Avery was staring at the place where Julia had stood. “Mmmm,” he said, nodding his head.

“She’s not very pretty, is she?”

Neither Avery nor I responded. Roni eyed Avery suspiciously, seemingly unsure what his silence meant. Pulling her coordinating clutch toward her, she pulled out a lipstick. After applying the glossy red sheen liberally to her full mouth, she recapped the gold tube and dropped it back into her bag.

Her task complete, she turned my way. “So, Elizabeth, tell me all about you and Peter. How long have you two been dating?”

“Since January,” I replied.

“That’s nice.” She twirled a long strand of her raven hair around her finger. From the way she covertly studied Avery from beneath her long lashes, I suspected that her words were mechanical and her mind was actually miles away from the
conversation. “Are you two talking about marriage yet?” She patted Avery’s hand and continued. “I can tell you, once you find the right man, it’s wonderful.”

Avery seemed not to have heard. Staring off in the distance, his face wan and drawn, he didn’t look like the poster child for a promarriage campaign. Roni noted her husband’s silence and her brow furrowed as she twisted in her seat to peer at his face. “Avery? Honey, are you all right?”

At the sound of her voice, he jumped slightly and raised vague eyes to hers. “I’m sorry, dear, did you say something?”

“I was just telling Elizabeth how wonderful marriage can be with the right person.” She smiled expectantly at him.

Avery turned back to me. “Yes,” he said slowly, “that’s true. Whatever you do, make sure you find the right person. It can make all the difference.” From underneath her long lashes, Roni shot him an uneasy look and let out a nervous trill of laughter. “Avery! You sound so dire! Goodness, what’s gotten into you tonight?”

Avery shook his head and gave her a half smile. “I’m sorry, dear. I guess I’m a little more tired than I realized.” At these words, Roni cooed and fussed over him. She was certainly playing the part of the dedicated wife, I thought, but as her phone call earlier had made clear, it was just that—a part. While it would be gratifying to see Roni unmasked, I couldn’t reveal what I’d heard. Telling Avery would be akin to kicking a puppy, and telling either Bridget or Elsie would be akin to dropping a match into a bucket of gasoline. All things considered, silence seemed my best option. Someone else had heard Roni’s conversation on her phone earlier. I wondered if that person planned
on spilling the beans. My ruminations were interrupted by the arrival of Millie. In her starched uniform, she was the only woman other than Bridget wearing white. She stuck out like a luminous moth. She bent low and quietly whispered something to Avery. He looked at his watch and nodded his head. “Okay, Millie. I guess you’re right. I am tired. I must have overdone it today.” Patting Roni on the arm, he said, “I’m going to turn in now.”

“Oh,” she replied, her eyes wide. Her voice hesitated slightly as she added, “Do you want me to come, too?”

“No. There’s no need for you to miss out on the fun. I’ll see you later.”

Roni smiled and jumped up from her seat. Carefully running her hands over her shapely hips to smooth out the folds of her snug pink dress, she kissed him lightly on his cheek and said, “I won’t be long. I think I’ll just go and see where Megan is. I’ll pop in and say good night to you when I get in.” I wondered at this. Given her earlier poisonous exchange with Megan, I doubted that she was really interested in finding her. So where was she going? Was she going to make another phone call to her “love”?

Turning to Millie, Roni added, “Millie, I leave him in your capable hands. Make sure you take good care of him for me!” Blowing an airy kiss to Avery, she sashayed toward the dance floor, gliding across the lawn like a pink snake. She passed near Claire. Claire hesitated a moment and then turned to follow her. Reaching out, she grabbed Roni’s shoulder and whirled her around. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but their body language spoke volumes. Claire’s back was to me, but
from her stiff posture and jerky movements, it was clear she was angry. Roni, however, was not. She listened to Claire with a mocking smile and laughed at something Claire said. Claire raised her hand and I had a sudden thought that she meant to strike Roni. A couple danced between us, obscuring my line of vision. When they moved out of the way, Claire and Roni were gone.

Next to me, I noticed Avery and Millie staring out at the spot where the two women had been. Avery’s face was pained; Millie’s was etched with disgust. Wondering if it could have been Millie’s footsteps I’d heard earlier today in the hallway, I snuck a quick look at her shoes: white with rubber soles. I doubted they had made the loud footsteps.

Giving me little more than a mechanical good night, Avery signaled to Millie that he was ready to leave. I sat at the empty table for another five minutes before pushing my chair back and going in search of Peter. Heading toward the closest drink tent, I craned my neck over the thick crowd. I soon found him. He was standing away from the tent, partially hidden by the loping branches of a large magnolia tree. Chloe stood next to him. To steal a quote from Groucho Marx, if she were standing any closer, she’d be behind him. Peter said something and Chloe let out a peal of laughter. Gently placing a slender hand on his chest, she leaned in to whisper something in his ear and he laughed in response.

My mind reeled. The summer I was twelve, my parents enrolled me in a soccer camp, ostensibly because studies had shown that girls who participated in sports did better in school. The real reason, however, was I was overweight due to the recent
acquisition of an Easy-Bake Oven, which I liberally used to sooth myself about two other recent acquisitions: thick glasses and a mouthful of braces. During one of the camp’s torture sessions, also known as scrimmages, I fell and was kicked in the stomach. Painful as a pair of cleats smashing into your gut can be, it was nothing to how I felt seeing Chloe lean in toward Peter, her hand on his broad chest.

Suddenly aware that I was gawking like a wounded schoolgirl, I quickly turned and headed back for the table before they saw me. I know I should have calmly joined Peter and Chloe, but I simply couldn’t. There was no way I could trust my emotions. I had a long, painful history with cheating boyfriends. The last guy I’d dated had been seeing at least two other women behind my back. I had been made a fool of too many times before to be calm now.

Thankfully, Harry grabbed me just then for a dance, saving me from having to sit at the table alone and brood. But as much as I enjoyed both Harry’s conversation and dancing, it did not escape my notice that we had danced three songs before Peter finally reappeared.

The last guest left just before one
A.M
. Exhausted and yet radiant, Bridget and Colin disappeared soon after to their room downtown at the Jefferson Hotel. Colin’s parents left a few minutes later. They were staying at the same hotel but wanted to give Colin and Bridget their privacy.

Inside the house, I sank into one of the couches in the living room and pried my shoes off my swollen feet. Claire and David were also in the room. From the looks of it, Claire was trying—without
much success—to get David to go to bed. She shot me a distracted smile before turning her attention back to David.

Peter came in and sat down next to me. “Has something happened? You seem upset,” he said in a low voice.

I turned to face him, firmly reminding myself of my resolve to remain composed. “Upset? Me? What a funny question. Why should I be upset? Is there any reason I should be upset?” I abruptly snapped my mouth closed. I can be really smooth sometimes.

He opened his mouth, looked at me closely, and then shut it. Glancing over at Claire and David, he said, “I don’t know. You just seem upset.”

I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted to crawl into bed and try to block out what I’d seen. “I’m just tired, I guess,” I said, making an excuse for disappearing upstairs. “It’s been a long day. I don’t think I’ll have any trouble sleeping tonight,” I added with a forced yawn.

“Really?” said Peter. “I’m having the opposite problem. I’m completely wired. I must have had too much coffee.”

Harry stumbled into the room. From the bottle of beer clutched in his hand, it was clear why his balance was off. From the mud stains on his pants, it was also clear that this wasn’t his first stumble of the night. “Whoopsie,” he said with a sheepish grin. Spying us on the couch, he flopped down next to Peter. “That was a fun party,” he said. At least, that’s what I think he said. It might have been, “Hats are sun hardy.” Harry’s balance wasn’t the only thing that was off.

“Have a nice time?” Peter asked mildly.

“Yep,” Harry said, draining the rest of his beer. He stared
sadly at the empty bottle. “Time for a beer run. Pete, you wan’ one?”

Peter shook his head and reached out his hand to stop Harry from getting up. “You’d better switch to water, Harry.”

“Don’ be silly. I’m fine.” Harry pulled himself unsteadily to his feet. For a second it looked as if he was going to come back down in a hurry. Once he stopped swaying, he grinned proudly at us. “See? Fine.”