Danielle Steel - Hotel Vendome

Heloise found a simple black cocktail dress in her closet and was sorry now that she hadn’t gone shopping, but it was Natalie’s night anyway, not hers. And she liked Natalie’s brother and wife, who was hobbling around in a cast with her broken ankle, and she liked both their boys. The younger was seventeen and just finishing high school and going to Princeton in the fall, and the older, Brad, was at Columbia Law School, twenty-five years old, and a strikingly handsome young man. They were seated at separate tables so they didn’t get much opportunity to talk, but Heloise remembered that he was seated at her table the following day at the wedding, and he had looked somewhat intrigued by her.

Both Natalie’s brother and Hugues made speeches, and her sister-in-law read a clever poem she had written about the bride and groom that came to the conclusion that they were the perfect couple, and instead of hating it as Heloise would have before, knowing what she did about her now, and her lonely childhood, she was touched and thought the poem was sweet and funny. And it was obvious that Natalie enjoyed it. She was loving every minute of all the festivities around the wedding, and afterward she went upstairs to sleep in the separate room where her wedding gown was, because she didn’t want to see Hugues from the rehearsal dinner till the wedding. He kissed her outside the suite, and then went upstairs to his own apartment, and Heloise went with him.

“Nervous, Papa?” she asked him as they walked into the apartment together. Normally, she would have liked it, but for the first time, it felt strange not to have Natalie around, and she almost missed her, after their exchange that afternoon.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted. “It’s a big step for anyone, even an old man like me.” He had never in a million years expected to marry again, and now he was.

“You’re not an old man, Papa.” He looked young and handsome to her.

“Will you be my best man tomorrow?” he asked her, and she nodded. He really wanted her to be, and he was grateful that she was warming up to Natalie at last.

“Of course.” She still hadn’t figured out what to wear, but she had remembered a dress that she had worn to a New Year’s Eve party three years before. It was short and kind of a pale dusty gold. It looked serious and dressy, wasn’t too low cut, and it had a short bolero jacket that she could wear during the ceremony, and the dress underneath was strapless, which would be sexier when the dancing got going. She was planning to pull it out later and try it on.

They chatted for a few more minutes, and then Hugues decided to go to bed, and Heloise wandered around the apartment. She didn’t feel as though she belonged here anymore, not because Natalie had displaced her but she seemed to have outgrown it. She was thinking about moving downstairs to her own place when they were on their honeymoon, and it would be nicer for them too. She didn’t need to prove her point or defend her turf anymore. She was beginning to think that there was room for all three of them in her world. Natalie hadn’t stolen anything from her, she had come to join them, and there was a place for her.

Heloise got up at six o’clock the next morning, just as she had in the past when there were important weddings scheduled at the hotel. She put on jeans, a T-shirt, and sandals and went downstairs to check on all the activity in the ballroom. The flowers were being set up, the tables, the stage, Sally’s two assistants were there, and Jan. Jennifer had come in to help them and check the seating. Bruce was in evidence. Heloise chatted with them for a few minutes and checked on all the details. Everything was going well. She left the ballroom at seven, checked with room service to see if Natalie had ordered breakfast, and they said she just had, so Heloise stopped in to see her on the way up. Natalie looked unbelievably nervous when she opened the door.

“Everything is fine,” Heloise reassured her. “I’ve just been to watch them set up. Everyone’s down there. It’s looking gorgeous.” Heloise sat down and chatted with her until her breakfast came, kept her company while she ate it, and then went back upstairs. Her father was still asleep, and there was nothing for her to do. She had promised to go back down in two hours to help Natalie get dressed, and the hairdresser was coming to do her hair. They had several new ones who were very good, and Xenia, who had done her braids as a little girl, had retired the year before.

Heloise got ready herself in that time and had decided the gold dress would be a good choice. It still fit her perfectly. She put on very little makeup, did her hair in a sleek simple bun, and wore high-heeled gold sandals to go with the dress. At ten-thirty she was back at Natalie’s door, and her sister-in-law, Jean, let her in.

“How’s the bride?” Heloise asked her conspiratorially. Suddenly she was fully part of the wedding that she had avoided assiduously for five months.

“Glued to the ceiling,” Jean confirmed as Heloise walked in. But she already looked beautiful as the hairdresser swept her long blond hair into an elegant French twist that made her look like a model or a movie star.

Natalie was almost too nervous to talk, but she listened while Jean and Heloise chatted, and Heloise got her a cup of tea and a digestive biscuit, as Natalie thanked her gratefully.

And at noon they were ready to get her into her dress. Both women put it carefully over her head and slid it down over her slim figure. It was high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length ivory lace, with a little round lace cap to match, and a full veil, and there was a long lace train. The dress molded her figure, and she looked absolutely exquisite. Both women took a step back to look at her, and she took their breath away. She had wanted a real wedding gown, because this was her dream wedding, but it wasn’t too much or vulgar or overdone for the time of day. It was in perfect taste, and the orchids she was going to carry with it were perfect. She looked like a bride from another era, and just looking at her, both women felt a lump in their throats. She was what every bride should look like and few ever did. Heloise couldn’t even imagine what her father would say. Even he wasn’t prepared for something as spectacular as this.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride in my whole life, and I’ve seen a lot of them,” Heloise said honestly, and Jean nodded. She was wearing a simple navy blue silk dress with a beaded jacket and navy satin heels. It was very proper and looked a little bit mother-of-the-bride, which had felt right to her.

And as soon as Natalie was dressed, Jennifer appeared to check on them and started crying as soon as she saw Natalie. She only stayed for a few minutes and then left for the ballroom to see Sally. This was a big day for them all.

Both women took her down in a back elevator, and Heloise had had them line it with sheets and hang muslin drapes. She didn’t want anything touching the dress and had thought of everything. They folded the train into the elevator, and Heloise had used her radio to check with Sally that they were ready for them. All the key players in the wedding were carrying two-way radios. Everything was being handled with the precision of a bank robbery or a war. It was the boss’s wedding, after all.

Sally told Heloise on the radio that her father was front and center, waiting for Natalie at the altar, and the minister was there. All the guests were seated. They were ready to rock and roll, Sally said with a chuckle. And the music started as soon as they got out of the elevator, smoothed out Natalie’s dress, straightened her train and veil, and waited in a back hall, and then Sally came to get them. She beamed when she saw the exquisite bride.