Sharon Kendrik - Make-Over Marriage

‘That’s sad!’

‘It is not sad—Mrs McFadden says I’ll probably get a Headmaster’s Accommodation!’

‘Sadder still!’

Anna’s mouth softened into a wide smile of loving pride as she surveyed her triplet daughters—identical to look at, but so very different in character. They had inherited their pale, freckle-dusted skin, their cobalt eyes and golden hair directly from her, but whereas her hair was straight, theirs was a mass of uncontrollable curls. They were tall for their age, and their rangy, athletic build came straight from Todd. ‘Hello, darlings!’ she beamed as she hugged each one fiercely in turn. ‘What clever girls you all are!’

Natalia, Natasha and Valentina were known affectionately as Tally, Tasha and Tina. Tally and Tasha had been born late on February 13th, but their sister hadn’t joined them until two minutes after midnight on St Valentine’s day. So she never did get christened Nerissa, which had been her parents’ original intention, but everyone who knew her decided that ‘Tina’ suited her loving and slightly scatty personality far better than Nerissa would have done!

‘Daddy, why are you home from work so early?’ asked Tasha curiously, her intelligent eyes flicking from her mother to her father with interest.

‘I...sort of...took the afternoon off,’ explained Todd lamely, and Anna had to try very hard not to smile, their angry spat temporarily forgotten. Rarely, if ever, had she seen her husband look quite so much at a loss for words!

‘Oh. I see. And why is your shirt on inside out?’ Tasha added innocently.

‘Er...juice and biscuits for three hardworking and worn out girls, is it?” enquired Todd hurriedly.

‘Oh, yes, please , Daddy!’ trilled the three in unison.

‘And for you, darling?’ Todd looked directly at Anna.

Their eyes met over three silky blonde heads and the unmissable look of determination in her husband’s grey eyes made Anna dread the resumption of their talk.

‘Tea, please,’ she told him calmly, grateful for a bit of breathing space.

There was a lull while Todd clattered around in the kitchen and Anna brushed the triplets’ wayward hair and exclaimed over offerings brought home from their art class.

And, although she tried very hard not to think about it, her words came back to haunt her as she realised that for the first time ever she had had the courage to speak the truth during her row with Todd.

She had never meant to, but facts were facts, and, yes, she had trapped Todd Travers into a marriage he had never intended...

CHAPTER THREE

ANNA met Todd in a nightclub. She was just seventeen and had never been anywhere quite like it before.

Clubbing had never held any fascination for Anna, but it was the birthday of one of her classmates at the exclusive Kensington school she attended, who had insisted on taking five friends to one of London’s liveliest clubs.

It was certainly very lively! But the place was packed and very noisy and the flashing strobe lights which were turning all her friends into fast-moving silvery white marionettes were giving Anna a splitting headache. She hadn’t been in there for twenty minutes before she found herself wishing that she could go home.

Todd was also at the club under sufferance. His driver, who had been with him since he was well on his way to making his first million, was getting married that weekend, and he had invited Todd to his stag night. At twenty-three, Todd wasn’t into either stag nights or heavy drinking, but he’d felt duty-bound to join in with the party, and only hoped his face didn’t show his boredom!

Just before midnight, with the thumping music pounding away inside his head, he slipped away unnoticed to catch a few moments of peace and found a discreetly lit bar on the first floor of the building.

Anna was in search of the loo, and once she found it wished she hadn’t, because she was confronted with a full-length mirror and quickly became aware that her sophisticated outfit made her look like some experienced big-sister version of herself.

She had borrowed the dress, of course, because her own wardrobe was sadly lacking in most areas. Anna might have been a pupil at a prestigious and expensive London day school, but her father had no idea how young girls wanted to live.

He was an out-of-touch civil servant who spent most of the time locked away in his mote-filled and dingy office in Whitehall; a changed person, so different from the laughing man of Anna’s childhood. Anna’s mother had been mown down by a drunken driver when Anna was just fourteen, and since then all the light seemed to have gone out of her father’s life. He rarely seemed to be home at all. He did not seem able to share his immense grief with his daughter, coping instead by burying himself in his work.

A lofty and somewhat distant intellectual, he cared nothing for high fashion, and what little he knew had convinced him that it was nothing more than an elaborate swindle designed to part young and impressionable girls from their money. Consequently, while Anna received an adequate allowance, it certainly didn’t allow her to indulge herself in the outfits which most of her peers owned.

The dress she had borrowed for the evening wasn’t something she would have normally chosen, but it obviously did something for her, because Anna had never been quite so aware of men ogling her before. It was a short satin slip dress with shoe-string straps which left the creamy skin of her shoulders exposed. The silvery grey silky material clung to her undulating curves like a second skin, and the eyes of most men in the room were out on stalks.

Todd sipped at his tonic water and observed the woman in the tiny, shimmering dress from out of the corner of his eye. Great legs, was his first instinctive thought, and then something made him look closer, and he frowned.

Because for all her beauty there was something about her which did not quite add up. She did not look very comfortable in her surroundings, for a start. And any minute now one of those creeps who had been quaffing far more booze than was good for them was going to breathe stale alcohol all over her and try to chat her up. Or worse.

Todd rose to his feet, unaffected by the fact that every woman present was lasciviously undressing him with her eyes.

Except one.

Anna had noticed him, of course. He was so hunky that everyone had noticed him! But only a woman who was supremely vain, or extremely confident, would ever have expected a man like that to look at her twice. And she was neither.

And then she blinked as she saw that he was walking purposefully across the bar in her direction.

She actually peered over her shoulder to see if some glamorous female was standing behind her, giving the tall man with the slanted grey eyes a welcoming smile, but there was no one. Only her. She bit her lip.

Todd saw her obvious and innocent confusion and felt the oddest glow of satisfaction as he drew closer to her.

‘Hello,’ he said, in his distinctively deep voice. ‘You look lost.’

‘I wish I was,’ Anna told him frankly. ‘This place is worse than being in a fireworks factory.’

‘Oh? Why?’ He was amused and showed it; these days he rarely seemed to meet women who said anything original. Most of them just agreed with everything he said!

‘Well, all those lights flashing like mad and the music banging loud enough to perforate your eardrums!’ Anna looked around her with obvious disapproval. ‘And I can’t believe that they charge those ridiculous prices for drinks!’

‘You sound as though you shouldn’t be here,’ he observed drily. ‘Which rather begs the question of why you are.’

Anna shrugged. ‘I came with some friends,’ she told him, deliberately omitting the prefix ‘school’.