Catherine Lanigan - Katia's Promise

Chase had proposed using UV protective glass windows around the building, allowing light in but keeping out the aging rays that, over time, would act like battery acid on historically correct auto paint.

Austin smiled widely. He’d dreamed of this museum since the day his dad died. Finally, his tribute to his father and grandfather would be a reality.

“Austin!” Daisy yelled from the kitchen. “I don’t hear that shower running!”

Austin chuckled to himself. No one had ever bossed him around like his housekeeper. “I’m going!”

Austin took the carpeted stairs two at a time, whistling loudly.

* * *

KATIA ARRIVED AT the McCreary mansion at one o’clock sharp. She parked the rental car on Maple Avenue, at the far end of a long line of vehicles, all apparently here for the presentation.

Just seeing the house she had once called home caused her chest to tighten and her heart to pound. Her mouth was so dry she felt as if she’d been chewing on cotton balls all morning. She touched her forehead. Sure enough, she was perspiring already.

Katia, what are you doing?

She didn’t understand what was happening to her. Faced with the possibility of losing her job, she’d responded with arrogant courage. She’d had to come up with company-saving solutions at the speed of light, and she’d had to pretend she believed in what she was saying.

She’d been scared stiff then, but her show of confidence had served her well, because somehow she’d convinced both Jack and Barry that they’d never heard anything better in their lives. Now she just had to persuade herself.

She smoothed the lapels of her navy wool suit, picked up her matching purse from the seat and got out of the car.

The moment she turned to face the mansion, she froze. The house couldn’t have been more imposing if it was Buckingham Palace.

Her reaction was absolutely ridiculous. She knew every inch of the house, the grounds...even the pool equipment. She should have been comforted by the fact that this was simply a reunion of sorts.

But she didn’t feel safe at all. This has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever come up with .

She couldn’t believe she was back here to see Austin. She had no clue if he was married or had children. Did he have a girlfriend or fiancée now? Did he ever think about her? Katia had always assumed Austin held a grudge against her for cutting him out of her life when she’d moved to Chicago. But maybe she was wrong. Maybe she’d just been the maid’s daughter after all—an insignificant blip in his teenage life. Maybe he didn’t remember her at all.

Yes, Katia carried a great deal of guilt because she’d never contacted him, but there was a case to be made for the fact that after that summer, she hadn’t heard from Austin, either.

Would he greet everyone at the door? And if he did, what was she going to say? She’d thought about sneaking around to the back door and entering through the kitchen. She knew just how to jimmy the latch on the wooden gate to get in. Katia had devised a dozen excuses to give to Austin if he tried to throw her out. She’d settled on the truth.

She would tell him that she’d been passing through Indian Lake on business over the summer and that Liz had told her about the museum. Since his presentation was open to the public, she had decided to use the opportunity to see him again.

Katia couldn’t predict how difficult it was going to be to sell her insurance to Austin. She had tried to factor in every possible angle and outcome of her pitch so that she was somewhat prepared for whatever he threw at her. What she hadn’t considered was this sudden panic attack. She knew she could sell her product to just about anyone, but she had to remain in control to do it.

Katia’s hands were shaking. This was impossible. She had to act cool, professional and knowledgeable. Fear was not acceptable.

She noticed a black Cadillac Escalade pull up in front of the McCreary house. The doors opened, and six well-dressed men and women got out and went into the house.

Showtime.

She inhaled deeply to steel her nerves, lifted her chin and crossed the street.

Time to face my past.

Katia slipped in the front door behind the group from the Escalade. Austin was already addressing the group. She’d only had twenty-four hours to prepare for crashing his party, but even a lifetime wouldn’t have prepared her to see Austin again.

In her mind, Austin had remained eighteen, so this blond, self-assured, handsome, tanned, enthusiastic man who held everyone spellbound was a shock.

Though he wore black pants and a simple white shirt, the way he pointed out the historic details of the Doric columns flanking the entrance and the use of Indiana limestone for the walkways and porches spoke of sophistication and manners that Katia hadn’t seen since she’d lived here.

Katia caught Liz Crenshaw’s eye and stealthily moved along the back wall to stand next to her.

“Glad you could make it,” Liz whispered with a smile.

“Thanks for telling me about it.”

Next to Liz was a petite elderly woman wearing a black-and-white print dress. She smiled at Katia, and her clear, cornflower-blue eyes twinkled. Katia recognized her in an instant. “Mrs. Beabots? Is that you?”

Mrs. Beabots tilted her head to the right, stared at Katia and then her smile grew wider. “Katia Stanislaus,” she said softly so as not to disrupt Austin’s speech. “Why, I’d know you anywhere, my dear. Come give me hug.”

Katia had to bend down to embrace the tiny woman. “I didn’t expect to see you.”

“Maddie and I were the first ones Austin invited!” Mrs. Beabots grabbed the hand of the pretty green-eyed woman next to her. Katia leaned over and shook Maddie’s outstretched hand. “Katia. Nice to meet you.”

“You, as well,” Maddie whispered back.

Mrs. Beabots nodded. “Maddie made the desserts. You’ll love them.”

“I’m sure I will,” Katia said.

“Maddie’s almost famous. She owns Cupcakes and Cappuccino in Chicago,” Mrs. Beabots said, beaming proudly at Maddie.

Katia’s eyes grew round. She’d been to Cupcakes and Cappuccino with Tina. “I love your café,” she whispered to Maddie. “We should talk afterward.”

Katia turned her attention back to Austin’s speech, thinking how fortuitous it was that she’d made friends with Liz. Now she was reunited with Mrs. Beabots, and she’d come face-to-face with a young Chicago entrepreneur who just might be in need of her insurance services.

Austin continued explaining the museum’s purpose and its benefit to the community. Katia counted over seventy-five people in the room. She kept her face hidden from Austin’s view by ducking behind a tall man in front of her. Fortunately, Austin was so focused on showing off his model and extolling the family history and his grandfather’s creativity that his eyes never settled on one particular face.

Behind Austin were three easels with architectural and designer drawings of the museum interior. He pointed out the features of each of the floors, and when he finished, he asked the crowd for questions.

The journalists peppered him with dozens of particulars about construction, costs and opening dates.

The entire room fell silent when a man who introduced himself as the editor of the Northern Indiana Times cocked his head and asked, “And who is the backer for this expensive museum?”

Austin pursed his lips in a self-satisfied smile, nearly bordering on a smirk. “I am.”

The editor gaped at Austin. “Let me get this straight. You didn’t invite us all here today to petition for donations?”

Austin shoved his hands into his pockets. “No, I didn’t. As I told you, I intend to pay for the building myself. Eventually, the museum will be my gift to the city.”