‘But we’re a few days from our wedding. How can I humiliate her in front of the world?’
‘Gustavo, have you thought of the future? All those years tied to a woman you don’t love. How will you endure them?’
The silence that followed froze Joanna to the soul. Just a few seconds, but enough to make her feel that she was dying. At last his answer came in a voice that was bleak with despair.
‘I’ll survive, somehow.’
She’d thought her heart couldn’t break any more, but when she heard that she knew she was wrong.
And strangely, it was the knowledge that there was nothing more to hope for that made it possible for her to step out from behind the tree, smiling and saying brightly, ‘Isn’t there something you want to tell me?’
Their faces were imprinted on her memory forever, Gustavo’s pale and shocked, Crystal’s with an expression she couldn’t read. Only later did she think of cats and cream. At the time she was concentrating on what she must do.
Crystal spoke first, sounding suitably uneasy.
‘Joanna, we didn’t mean you to find out like this.’
‘It doesn’t matter how I found out,’ she answered with a fair assumption of gaiety. ‘The point is that we’re still in time to put matters right.’
‘I have no intention of asking you to free me.’ Gustavo’s voice was hollow.
‘But perhaps I’d like to chuck you out,’ she replied with a shrug. ‘Oh, come on, this isn’t the nineteenth century. The sky isn’t going to fall if there’s a last-minute change of plan.’
She never forgot the look on his face then, sheer blinding hope at the thought of not having to marry her.
‘You-mean that?’ he asked as though unable to believe his ears.
‘Of course I mean it. Honestly, darling,’ she added, using the term of endearment for the first time, ‘if you’re in love with someone else-well, why should I want you?’
‘But the formalities-’
‘Blow the formalities. We’ve changed our minds. Both of us. Come on, let’s get it over with.’
She turned away quickly, not sure how long she could keep up the facade. As she began to walk she heard Gustavo call, ‘Joanna…’
And there it was, the note she had dreamed of hearing in his voice, warm and emotional now that he was grateful for his release. She fled back to the house.
She had only the dimmest recollection of what followed. There was family uproar, scene after scene in which she did most of the talking, laughing as she insisted that it was a mutual decision and she couldn’t be happier.
She doubted if anyone was fooled, especially as the engagement to Crystal came immediately after. But in the face of her determination there was nothing anybody could do.
A special licence was obtained with Crystal’s name on it and the wedding was to go ahead on the same day in the same church, with one bride substituted for another. Joanna sailed through the whole process, apparently with not a care in the world. She dreaded their wedding, but knew she had to be there or the world would know why.
For a while the need to put on an act kept her mind on the terrible ache inside. At night she sobbed herself to sleep. By day she smiled and smiled and smiled.
By the night before the wedding the strain of weeping in secret was tearing her apart. She wanted to scream aloud, impossible in that house.
Outside it had begun to rain, water coming down in noisy torrents with the occasional thunderclap. Too distraught to think clearly, she threw on some clothes and left the house by a side-door, running across the grass towards the trees.
Deep in the wood she gave vent to her grief, crying like a wounded animal, and even once banging her head against a tree, screaming, ‘Why-why-why?’
When it was over she felt no better, just completely exhausted. She sank to the ground, leaning back against a tree trunk, whispering hoarsely, ‘Why did I do it? Why did I give him up so easily? When we were married I could have made him love me.’
The regret made her start to weep again, but this time weakly, in helpless, devastating misery.
After an hour she dragged herself to her feet and stumbled out of the wood, desperate to get back to the house before the sun came up, and she could be seen.
She managed it, thankful that nobody had seen her, and ran up the back stairs until she reached the floor where her room was. She was almost there-the next corridor-
‘Joanna!’
Her worst nightmare came true. Gustavo stood there in his dressing gown, astonished at the sight of her.
‘Whatever has happened to you?’ he said, concerned. ‘You’ve been out in that rain?’
‘It wasn’t raining when I went out,’ she said, struggling for words.
‘But it’s been raining for an hour.’
‘I walked a long way. I needed some air. It took time to get back.’ She had no idea what she was saying.
‘You’re hurt,’ he said, looking at her forehead.
‘I fell,’ she gasped. ‘I hit my head on a log.’
‘You need a doctor. Let me-’
‘Keep away from me.’
He was reaching gentle fingers towards her bruise, but she knew if he touched her she’d start screaming again.
‘Your teeth are chattering,’ he said, his hand falling. ‘Go and have a hot bath or you’ll catch cold. My dear, you’ve got water dripping from your hair and over your face.’
The water on her face wasn’t rain. He stood there looking at her tears and didn’t know it.
‘Please look after yourself,’ he said. ‘I don’t want you being too unwell for my wedding tomorrow, not when I owe it all to you.’
The warmth in his voice was her undoing. She fled to her own room and locked the door. Tearing off her clothes, she got under a hot shower and stayed there, not moving, just leaning against the tiled wall.
After a long time her brain started working again, enough to make her wonder how he’d come to be in that corridor at that hour. Then she remembered that it was near to where Crystal slept.
She’d thought her tears were all cried out, but she found she was wrong. This time it was the shower that disguised them.
Next day she sat in the body of the church, looking at Gustavo’s back as he waited for his bride, then saw him turn and watch her approach with an expression of such total adoration that she closed her eyes. For a dreadful moment she actually feared she was going to faint, but she recovered and sat rigid as Crystal became his wife.
Now he was lost to her forever.
But he’d been lost anyway. Her regret of last night had been foolish. He might have married her, but he would never, ever have loved her.
The reception was followed by a ball at which she danced until she was ready to drop. That was how she met Freddy Manton, who seemed to appear from nowhere, a friend of a friend of a friend. He was handsome, charming and a great dancer. Their steps blended perfectly, and they put on a bravura display that made the others applaud.
When the music became soft and tender Joanna and Freddy danced again, holding each other romantically close. It was her way of telling the world that she didn’t care whom Gustavo married. She hoped he would notice.
But when he waltzed past with Crystal clasped in his arms, Joanna knew that he was oblivious to everyone else in the world. His bride’s face was raised to his, and for a cruel moment Joanna saw the worship in his gaze. She closed her eyes, feeling her brave pretence shatter around her.
At last it was time for the bride and groom to leave for their honeymoon. Joanna had wanted to go straight to Italy, but Crystal had set her heart on Las Vegas, and Gustavo could refuse her nothing.
Determined to play out the charade to the end, Joanna joined the crowd waving them off. Was it accident or
