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.
“Ready when you are, Mrs. Martin,” she said to Natalie as tears filled the bride’s eyes.
“Don’t you dare cry and screw up your makeup!” Heloise warned her. The makeup artist had come up with the hairdresser that morning and done a beautiful job with very light makeup. You could hardly tell she was wearing any at all, which was just the right look for her.
“I’m so excited and so scared!” Natalie said, torn between giggles and tears.
“You’re okay!” Heloise reassured her, and left her with Sally. In the ballroom Jean’s oldest son Brad escorted both Heloise and Jean down the aisle. Jean took her place next to her youngest boy, and Brad slipped in next to her. Their father had gone to find his sister and walk her down the aisle to give her away, and Heloise took her place beside her father at the altar. They were wearing matching sprigs of lily of the valley, and he looked nervous, kissed her, and squeezed his daughter’s hand. He looked as anxious as Natalie had, waiting in the hallway. The music was playing softly, and then suddenly, the orchestra began to play Debussy’s water music, and the vision that was Natalie appeared in the doorway on her brother’s arm and proceeded sedately down the aisle. She looked absolutely gorgeous and deceptively calm, and when Heloise turned to glance at her father, she saw that there were tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at his bride.
The bride and groom both cried through the ceremony, and then finally the minister declared them man and wife and told Hugues he could kiss her. And as soon as he had, in a single swift gesture, he turned to kiss Heloise as well, and he had an arm around each of their waists. It was the most powerful message he could have given her that she would never be left out, and they were a threesome now. And then Natalie and Heloise kissed each other and both of them were crying, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
The music picked up as they formed a receiving line to greet two hundred and fourteen guests, and the wedding was under way. Sally came over to check with Heloise several times, but everything was going smoothly. There were no problems, everyone was having a good time, and the orchestra was very good.
Hugues and Natalie did the first dance, and then he danced with Heloise, and Natalie with her brother, and eventually people found their seats for the late lunch that Natalie and Sally had planned. And all the most important long-term staff members were there. Heloise was too excited to eat. When she finally sat down, she found herself sitting next to Brad, and they struck up a conversation about law school and the Ecole Hoteliere in Lausanne. He seemed fascinated by what she did, but mostly he was entranced with her. He asked her to dance shortly after she had danced with her father. And they hardly left the floor all afternoon. Natalie noticed them with a smile, and said something to Hugues. He glanced over casually and observed his daughter deeply engrossed in conversation with the tall handsome young man who looked totally mesmerized by her.
And then finally the moment came to cut the cake. As promised, they cut it, and Natalie fed him a forkful of it discreetly, and the waiters took it away to serve it after that. It had been a painless procedure for Hugues, who was having a ball at his own wedding. He danced with his wife, kissed her every chance he got, and told everyone he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. He wanted to dance with Heloise again too, but every time he looked for her, she was on the dance floor with Brad, and he didn’t want to interrupt or cut in, so he danced with Natalie again.
