don't you? To keep us from going to Europe and finding out the truth.' 'It looks like they've succeeded.' Kelly said thoughtfully, 'No, they haven't. We're going.' Diane said skeptically, 'How? My spaceship?' 'Mine.'
JOSEPH BERRY, THE manager of the Fifth Avenue jewelry store, watched Kelly and Diane approach and gave them his best professional smile. 'May I help you?' Kelly said, 'Yes. I'd like to sell my ring. It-' His smile faded. 'I'm sorry. We don't buy jewelry.' 'Oh. That's too bad.' Joseph Berry started to turn away. Kelly opened her hand. In it was a large emerald ring.
'This is a seven-carat emerald surrounded by three carats of diamonds, set in platinum.' Joseph Berry stared at the ring, impressed. He picked up a jeweler's loupe and put it to his eye.
'It's really beautiful, but we have a firm rule here that-' 'I want twenty thousand dollars for it.' 'Did you say twenty thousand dollars?' 'Yes, in cash.' Diane was staring at her. 'Kelly-' Berry looked at the ring again and nodded. 'I-er-think we can arrange that. Just a moment.' He disappeared into the back office.
Diane said, 'Are you crazy? You're being robbed!' 'Am I? If we stay here, we'll be killed. Tell me how much our lives are worth.' Diane had no answer.
Joseph Berry came out of the back office, smiling. 'I'll have someone go across the street to the bank and get the cash for you right away.' Diane turned to Kelly. 'I wish you wouldn't do this.' Kelly shrugged. 'It's only a piece of jewelry…' She closed her eyes.
IT'S ONLY A piece of jewelry…
It was her birthday. The phone rang.
'Good morning, darling.' It was Mark.
'Good morning.' She waited for him to say 'Happy birthday.' Instead he said, 'You're not working today. Do you like hiking?' That was not what Kelly had expected to hear. She felt a sharp sense of disappointment. They had talked about birthdays a week earlier. Mark had forgotten. Yes.
'How would you like to go for a hike this morning?' 'All right.' 'I'll pick you up in half an hour.' 'I'll be ready.'
'WHERE ARE WE going?' Kelly asked, when they were in the car. They were both dressed in hiking outfits. 'There are some wonderful trails outside of Fontainebleau.' 'Oh? Do you go there often?' 'I used to go there when I wanted to escape.' Kelly looked at him, puzzled. 'Escape from what?' He hesitated. 'Loneliness. I felt less lonely there.' He glanced at Kelly and smiled. 'I haven't been there since I met you.'
FONTAINEBLEAU IS A magnificent royal palace, surrounded by sylvan forests, located southeast of Paris.
As the beautiful, regal estate loomed up in the distance, Mark said, 'A lot of kings named Louis have lived here, starting with Louis IV.' 'Oh, really?' Kelly looked at him and thought, I wonder if they had birthday cards in those days.
I wish he had given me a birthday card. I'm acting like a schoolgirl.
They had reached the palace grounds. Mark pulled into one of the parking lots.
As they got out of the car and headed for the woods, Mark said, 'Can you handle a mile?' Kelly laughed. 'I handle more than that every day on the runway.' Mark took her hand. 'Good. Let's go.' 'I'm with you.' They passed a series of majestic buildings and started into the woodland. They were completely alone, wrapped in a greenery of ancient fields and storied old trees. It was a sun-kissed summer day filled with itself. The wind was warm and caressing, and there was a cloudless sky above.
'Isn't this beautiful?' Mark asked.
'It's lovely, Mark.'
'I'm glad you were free.' Kelly remembered something. 'Aren't you supposed to be working today?' 'I decided to take the day off.' 'Oh.' They were walking deeper and deeper into the mysterious forest.
After fifteen minutes, Kelly asked, 'How far do you want to go?' 'There's a spot up ahead that I like. We're almost there.' A few minutes later, they emerged into a glade with an enormous oak tree in the center.
'Here we are,' Mark said.
'It's so peaceful.' There seemed to be something lightly carved on the tree. Kelly went up to it. It read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY.
She stared at Mark a moment, speechless. 'Oh, Mark, darling. Thank you.' So he had not forgotten.
'I think there might be something in the tree.' 'In the tree?' Kelly moved closer to it. There was a hollow place at eye level.
She put her hand inside and felt a small package, and pulled it out. It was a gift box. 'What-?' Open it.
Kelly opened it and her eyes widened. In the box was a seven-carat emerald ring, surrounded by three carats of diamonds, set in platinum. Kelly stared at it, unbelievingly. She turned and threw her arms around Mark. 'This is much too generous.' 'I would give you the moon if you asked for it. Kelly, I'm in love with you.' She held him close, lost in a euphoria she had never known. And then she said something that she thought she would never, ever say. 'I'm in love with you, darling.' He was beaming. 'Let's get married right away. We-' 'No.' It was like a whiplash.
Mark was looking at her in surprise. 'Why?' 'We can't.' 'Kelly-don't you believe that I'm in love with you?' 'Yes.' 'Are you in love with me?' 'Yes.' 'But you don't want to marry me?' 'I do want to-but I-I can't.' 'I don't understand. What is it?' He was studying her, confused. And Kelly knew that the moment she told Mark about the traumatic experience she had had, he would never want to see her again. 'I-I could never be a real wife to you.' 'What do you mean?' This was the most difficult thing Kelly had ever had to say. 'Mark, we could never have sex together. When I was eight years old, I was raped.' She was looking out at the uncaring trees, telling her sordid story to the first man she had ever loved. 'I'm not interested in sex. I'm disgusted by the idea of it. It frightens me. I'm— I'm half a woman. I'm a freak.' She was breathing hard, trying not to cry.
Kelly felt Mark's hand on hers. 'I'm so sorry, Kelly. That must have been devastating.' Kelly was silent.
'Sex is very important in a marriage,' Mark said.
Kelly nodded, biting her lip. She knew what he was going to say next. 'Of course. So I understand why you wouldn't want to-' 'But that's not what marriage is about. Marriage is about spending your life with someone you love-having someone to talk to, someone to share all the good times and the bad times.' She was listening, stunned, afraid to believe what she was hearing.
'Sex finally goes away, Kelly, but real love doesn't. I love you for your heart and your soul. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can do without the sex.' Kelly tried to keep her voice steady. 'No, Mark-I can't let you.' 'Why?' 'Because one day you would regret it. You'd fall in love with someone else who could give you… what I can't, and you would leave me… and that would break my heart.' Mark reached out and took Kelly in his arms and held her close. 'Do you know why I could never leave you? Because you're the best part of me. We're getting married.' Kelly looked into his eyes. 'Mark-do you realize what you're getting into?' Mark smiled and said, 'I think you might rephrase that.' Kelly laughed and hugged him. 'Oh, baby, are you sure you-?' He was beaming. 'I'm sure. What do you say?' She felt the tears on her cheeks. 'I say… yes.' Mark slipped the emerald ring on her finger. They held each other for a long time.
Kelly said, 'I want you to take me to the salon tomorrow morning and meet some of the models I work with.' 'I thought there was a rule against-' 'The rules have been changed.' Mark was beaming. 'I'll arrange for a judge I know to marry us Sunday.'
