Danielle Steel - the Wedding (2000)

Is that what you think? He looked appalled. They were the demons that had trailed her for twenty years, dancing all over their living room, and even she looked frightened. You think he killed your brother? He looked horrified. It was a terrible thing to say about anyone, especially her father.

I don't know what I think, she said hoarsely, but he was still bristling. He hardly recognized her in the things she had said that night and he didn't like her. It was the first real fight they'd ever had, and it was a lulu. It was almost worthy of Carmen and Alan.

I think you owe me an apology for the things you said about my mother. She never did anything to hurt you. She was just shy when she met you.

Shy? Allegra screamed at him from across the room again. You call that shy} I call it vicious.

She was -½ewer vicious to you! He was shouting now too, and neither of them liked it.

She hates Jews! was the only retort Allegra could come up with.

You're not Jewish, so what do you care? He threw back at her ineptly.

She slammed out of the house, and got into her car. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she wanted to get away from him, and as far as she was concerned, he could take his wedding and stuff it. She wasn't going to marry him if he was the last human being alive, no matter who organized the wedding, or who walked her down the aisle. They could have the whole goddamn mess for all she cared.

She drove down the Pacific Coast Highway going eighty-five and was at her parents' house in forty minutes. She opened the front door with her key, forgetting their new rule to call them first, and she slammed the front door so hard she almost broke the picture window. Her parents were sitting in the living room, and her mother jumped when she heard her.

Good God, what happened to you? Blaire looked at her. She looked like a wild, rumpled mess. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, bare feet, and she had her hair piled high on her head and stuck through with a pencil. Are you all right?

No, I'm not, Allegra said, looking like a madwoman. I'm canceling the wedding.

Now? Her mother asked, horrified. It's less than two weeks away. What happened?

I hate him.

Simon turned away to conceal a smile, and her mother stared at her, unable to believe she would do this. All she could think of now were the endless preparations. All for nothing. Did you have an argument?

That's beside the point. His mother is a monster, and he thinks I really ought to give Charles Stanton a chance after all these years. The poor man has had so many problems.’ That's disgusting. She looked irate as she said it.

How did Charles get into this? Blaire looked totally confused. She hadn't seen him herself in seven years, and he hadn't crossed her mind since she'd told Allegra to at least invite him to the wedding.

He called tonight. He thinks he's walking me down the aisle. Can you beat that? He wants to come to my wedding.

That's all right, dear, her mother said calmly, forgetting her own woes and disappointments, and concentrating on her daughter. Maybe Jeff is right. Maybe it's time to make peace with him. But Allegra only got angrier when she heard it.

Are you all nuts? The man abandoned me emotionally twenty-five years ago and you all think we should be pals? Are you all out of your minds?

No. But it's not worth hating him for all these years, Allegra, she said wisely. There were a lot of things back then that you weren't old enough to understand, about grief, and what happened to him. He just couldn't handle it when Paddy died. He cracked for a while. I think he actually lost his mind, partially emotionally in any case. And I'm not sure he ever completely regained it. I'm sure he's quite sane technically, or at least I assume he is. But he was never able to get the pieces put back together after that, to have a personal life, or maybe not until now. But you ought to at least listen to what he has to say. As her mother spoke to her, there was the insistent sound of their doorbell. Simon looked surprised and went to answer it. It was like living in an airport, or on a sitcom. But much to everyone's amazement, it was Jeff, and he looked almost as disheveled and angry as Allegra.

How dare you walk out on me like that! he shouted at her, and Simon and Blaire exchanged a look, and walked quietly upstairs. Allegra and Jeff were so furious, they never even noticed that her parents had left, and they stood in the living room and shouted at each other for an hour, as Blaire tiptoed around upstairs wondering if they were still going to have a wedding.

Well, they certainly sound well matched, Simon said with a small smile. It was more excitement than they'd seen in their house in years, if ever. And a few minutes later, Samantha called. With the windows open, on a warm night, they could hear Jeff and Allegra's argument all the way to the guest house.

Are you and Mom having some kind of a fight? she asked, sounding worried. She had just nursed Matt and put him back to bed, and she had never heard so much fighting in her life. Jimmy thought she had better call to make sure they were all right, and Simon laughed at the question.

No, but your sister is, he said simply.

With Mom? Sam looked surprised. Allegra had never fought with their mother like that, or with anyone for that matter.

No, with your future brother-in-law, that is, if the wedding's still on. He couldn't help but laugh. It was a soap opera of the first order. We'll ask them when it's all over.

When did they get here? Sam was intrigued by what was happening, but the fight was still raging on from what they could all hear. The floodgates had finally opened. They had lived with tension for months, with clients, and movies and screenplays; Allegra had dealt with death threats and miscarriages, and one of her favorite clients being gunned down and murdered, her sister's pregnancy, and nearly giving the baby up, and then nearly adopting it herself, and then the disappointment of giving it back to Sam, and all the stress of getting married, and meeting her new mother-in-law, and all the expectations and hopes and plans that went with getting married. It was enough to make anyone hysterical, and Jeff and Allegra certainly sounded as though they both were.

They got here a little while ago. I'm sure they'll leave soon, if they survive, he said, and a little while later, he and Blaire went down to see if they could lend a hand and stop the war before there were no survivors. Allegra was crying softly in the living room by then, and Jeff was looking as though he wanted to kill someone or die, whichever happened first. This was clearly not the moment to ask them if they were still getting married. There was no question that both of them were ready to toss the whole wedding right out the window.

How are you two doing down here? Simon asked calmly, pouring four glasses of wine, and handing the first to Jeff, who looked as though he needed it very badly. He took it with a nod, and then sat down, far across the room from Allegra.

We're fine, she said between sobs, in answer to her father's question.

I'm not sure I believe you, he said, and Blaire went and sat next to her. She had the best suggestion anyone had made to them in months.

I think you two need to get away for the weekend. This may be your last chance before the wedding. She looked at Jeff. I think if they can spare you from the set for two days, you ought to try. He nodded, looking at her. Even he knew it was a wise suggestion.

I was sorry to hear about the show, he said sympathetically, and then glanced over at Allegra.

So am I, Mom, she said, and blew her nose again. No one had ever been as unfair to her as Jeff had just been. He said she was being rude about his mother, and she wasn't giving her father a chance, and it all seemed like the end of the world to Allegra. That and having to finish up everything on her desk, and get everything done before their wedding. It was almost inhuman.