Danielle Steel - the Wedding (2000)

Bummer. That's no fun.

It wasn't really a fun trip. I was working. But there had been more than work involved. How's Mom?

Fine. Why? Sam sounded surprised that Allegra had asked her. It never occurred to her that something might be wrong. At seventeen her entire world was bordered by her own interests, and currently her parents were low on her scores.

Is she okay after not getting the award?

Sure. Sam shrugged. She never said anything. I don't really think she cares, which only proved to Allegra how little Samantha knew their mother. Blaire was a perfectionist, and a high achiever, who worried about every little detail. Allegra was sure that she had agonized about not winning the award, but she was too proud to say it, and, of course, seventeen-year-old Sam was completely unaware of their mother's feelings. This was her senior year, and all she could think about was modeling and shopping, and her excitement over going to college.

Tell her I'll call her when I have time, and send my love to Mom and Dad.

Gaaad ‘ anything else you want me to write down?

Knock it off.

You're in a crabby mood.

I was at the airport all night. Not to mention what had happened with Brandon. And she was in no mood to take any guff from a seventeen-year-old girl.

Sorreee ‘

Good-bye, Sam. She'd had enough by then, and after she hung up, she thought about it for a while, and decided to call Alan. But he was out and there was no answer there.

She would have liked to talk to him about what had happened. He didn't like Brandon particularly, but he was always fair. And eventually, she wanted to talk to him about Jeff too, and see if he thought she was completely insane for the way she was feeling about a relative stranger.

By noon she was so worn out, she couldn't even think straight, and she finally gave up and lay down on her bed. No one called her, the doorbell never rang. Brandon never even called to see if she'd gotten home from New York all right, and she woke up six hours later. It was dark outside again, and she felt as though she had a ten-thousand-pound weight on her chest and a bowling ball in her stomach. She lay on her bed for a long time, looking at the ceiling, thinking about him, and as she remembered what had happened, tears slid slowly from the corners of her eyes and down her face. The night before had been miserable for her, and she couldn't even think of what to do now. She didn't want to go on, or start again, or trust anyone ever again. Jeff was probably just another one of them. That was all she picked, men who avoided her and hurt her, men who couldn't give and eventually ran away. The only man in her life who had never hurt her, or run away from her, was Simon Steinberg. He was the only man she could trust, or even dared to love. And she knew to her core that he would never betray her.

And now she would have to confront Brandon. It was all so tiring, she couldn't bear to think about it. She didn't want to see his face or his eyes when he lied to her. She would have hated him for it.

She didn't even bother to eat that night, she just lay there, alternately crying and sleeping. She did a lot of both, and when she woke again the next day, on Sunday morning, she finally got up. She felt as though her whole body had been beaten, she ached from head to foot, and she wasn't even sure why. Her outsides hurt almost as much as her insides, and she still had the same dull ache in her heart. She didn't want to talk to anyone, and when Carmen called, Allegra didn't even pick it up. She was giggling and laughing, so Allegra knew she was all right. Allegra didn't pick up a single call until Brandon finally called at four o'clock on Sunday.

She picked up the phone as soon as she heard him. She wanted to get it over with, and he had said he might come to see her that night when he returned from San Francisco.

Hello, Brandon, she said calmly. Her hand was shaking terribly, but there was nothing even remotely suspicious in her voice as she answered.

Hi, babe, how are you? How was the flight from New York?

Fine, thanks. She was cool, but not vicious, and he just thought she was distracted by her work. He was that way sometimes too, and to him it seemed normal.

I called Friday afternoon, but I guess you hadn't gotten in, he said in a relaxed voice.

I got the message. Where are you? She was getting tenser.

I'm still in San Francisco, he explained easily. I had a great weekend with the girls. Now that the case is settled, I feel as though I have a huge weight off my back. It's terrific. And apparently, so was his weekend.

I'm glad to hear it. When are you coming back to L.A.?

I thought I'd take the six o'clock. I could come by around eight.

That would be fine, she said, feeling like a robot, and he finally picked it up as he listened.

Is something wrong? He didn't sound concerned, only surprised. She was usually so cheerful. Are you still tired after the trip?

Yes, I am. More than she had ever been in her life. I'll see you at eight then.

Great. He hesitated for an instant, as though sensing that more was needed than usual, and for once he was willing to give it. He was very artful at covering his tracks. Allegra ‘ I really missed you.

So did I, she said, her eyes filling with tears again. So did I. I'll see you later, she said, covering it again.

Do you want to go out to dinner? She was surprised he had the energy after his weekend with Miss Peekaboo Nightgown, or maybe she was already an old flame and didn't require quite as much zeal as it had appeared to Allegra.

Actually, I'd rather stay here. What she had to say to him she couldn't say in a restaurant, or any public place. The next four hours seemed endless to her. She needed to get it off her chest as soon as possible, for her own sake.

She went for a long walk that afternoon, and called her parents. She told her mother she had to go into the office and work late that night.

On Sunday? That's ridiculous, Blaire said, worried about her. She worked much too hard, and she sounded exhausted.

I've been gone for a week, Mom. I'll come by sometime this week.

Take care of yourself, Blaire said, and for once she didn't ask about Brandon. Allegra was grateful for that.

She ate a yogurt for dinner, tried to watch the news on TV, but found she didn't know what she was seeing, and eventually she just lay down and waited on the couch. She heard him in the driveway at eight-fifteen, and when she heard his key in the door, she sat up. She had given him the key over a year before, and he looked happy and relaxed as he smiled at her and came to give her a hug where she was sitting. But she avoided him completely, and surprised him by standing up to greet him. She took a step backward from him, looking him over. She was searching his eyes, but there were no answers there to any of her questions.

He looked shocked. She was usually so affectionate and so friendly, it startled him when she avoided him, and for a long moment, she didn't speak at all, as they stared at each other in silence. Is something wrong? he asked her finally.

I think so. Don't you, Brandon? It was all she said, and she could see a muscle in his neck become tense immediately as he became wary.

What's that supposed to mean?

Maybe you should tell me. I have the feeling suddenly that some things have been going on that I knew nothing about, Brandon. Things that maybe you should have mentioned.

Like what? He stood looking at her, beginning to get angry, but she knew it was a defense. He'd been caught, and he sensed it even before she told him. I don't know what you're talking about. He walked across the room, and watching him, she sat down again.

Yes, you do. You know exactly what I mean, you're just not sure how much I know, and neither am I. I guess that's what I want to know now. How often, and for how long? How many women have you been screwing? Have you been cheating on me for the whole two years, or did it start recently? When did it start, Brandon? All of a sudden I remember all the times you went to San Francisco, all the times you told me you wanted to be alone with the girls, or you and Joanie had to talk. That doesn't even take into account the time you went to Chicago, and the deal you were supposedly making in Detroit. So what was it? She looked at him coolly. All the pain she'd felt for two days was suddenly ice cold. Where do we start?