Despite herself Genevieve was amused. “God, Em, you must have seen this movie a hundred times?” She recognised Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint. North by Northwest.
“Better than the ones they make these days,” Emmy snorted. “Wasn’t he just the handsomest man?”
“He surely was,” Genevieve agreed. “Bisexual, I gather?”
“That’s just talk.” Em snatched up another chocolate. “He was a real man. Anyway, what’s wrong with you? You look like you need a stiff drink when you should be looking blissfully happy.”
Genevieve sat down, gripping her hands. “That’s just it, Em. I’m not happy.”
A pause, then Emmy said, “I was wonderin’ when you were going to realise it.” She used the remote control to switch off the television. “Want to talk about it?”
“I just tried talking to Angel,” Genevieve muttered abruptly.
“I imagine that didn’t go too well. It’s a damn shame the way your mother has been pressuring you to marry Colin.”
Genevieve shook her white-gold head, her hair caught back in a single thickly braided rope. “Don’t blame Angel, Em. I did it myself.” Genevieve lifted her beautiful eyes. “What do you really think of Colin, Em?”
Put on the spot Emmy finally owned up. “I’m with Blaine,” she said, not wishing to add she thought Colin Garrett nowhere near good enough for her darling Genni. Such a good girl. A lovely girl. Never given an ounce of trouble. Emmy would have found another position years ago only for Genni.
“Forget Blaine,” Genevieve whispered, tears starting to her eyes. “He’s been awful to me.”
“But we can’t forget Blaine, poppet,” Emmy said. “Come on, admit it. You love him, hate him, whatever. He’s always been there for you. Yet I have the feeling both of you are still only tapping into what you really mean to each other.”
Genevieve inhaled a deep lungful of air. “He’s a tyrant. Bloody-minded. He has too much power. Angel just told me he’s paying for the wedding, I suppose the wedding dress, the bridesmaids’ dresses, the flowers, the photographers, the church, the marquees, the mountains of food, the drink, the lot.” She turned her violet eyes on Emmy, who knew a great deal more than she ever said.
“And that’s upset you?”
“Upset me?” Genevieve nearly gave way to a primitive urge to scream. “It’s devastated me. I wonder what else my mother is capable of? I suppose he’s paid for everything for years.” She bit her lip hard, realizing she was on the verge of crying.
“Blaine really cares about you, Genni,” Emmy pointed out very gently. “He may be a little short with you from time to time but he’s always had your best interests at heart.”
“Isn’t that nice! He frightens me,” Genevieve suddenly admitted in a wobbly voice.
“Why, sweetheart?” Emmy, maternal by nature but childless, leaned forward, concern on her sunny-natured face.
Genevieve held her aching head. “He’s maddening. He’s a maddening man. And he has a cruel streak.”
“No. I can’t let that go,” Emmy answered with an emphatic shake of her head.
“You always take his part, Emmy. Even you.”
“Because he’s a fine man. I’ve been around you both a long time, Genni. I know how good Blaine has been to you.”
Genevieve gave a miserable sigh, lost in the utter strangeness. She wanted Blaine so badly she was buckling under the strain. “So why has he turned against me, Em?”
“Why don’t you ask him?” Emmy countered so vigorously she set her grey curls bouncing.
“What a joke.” Genevieve hugged herself distractedly. “He’s frozen me out, as you very well know.”
Emmy nodded. “Something went very wrong that polo weekend.”
Even remembering made Genevieve tremble the length of her. “It was just that…Oh, God, Em.” She was drowning in the emotion that surfed through her blood. “Blaine was scathing when I told him I was going to marry Colin. He didn’t take me seriously enough. Then he flew into a cold rage. Those glittering eyes! He told me we could never be happy. He must have thought my education needed broadening because he pulled me to him so absolutely ruthlessly. I thought he was about to beat me. Instead he kissed me, which was worse! I heard stars burst.”
Emmy swung her feet off the ottoman, looking at Genevieve clutching her cheeks. “Kissed you? So he’s kissed you a million times.”
“Oh, yes, throwaway kisses? Pecks on the cheek. Weren’t you listening, Em. I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.”
“My goodness!” Emmy, knowing Blaine got the thrilling picture.
“There was no excuse for him,” Genevieve said. “He did it in such a way he’s ruined my life.”
“How’s that, darlin’?” Emmy asked with a great rush of protectiveness.
Genevieve looked back, startled. “Get real, Em. How can I possibly marry Colin when Blaine kissed me? I’m afraid of Blaine.”
“That powerful?” Emmy looked at Genevieve with love and understanding. She adored the girl.
“He’s turned my world upside down, Em. Maybe he didn’t mean to. But he has. I was going along okay. But now! He’s pierced me like an arrow. So strange when he’s planning on getting married himself.”
Emmy closed the box of chocolates carefully. “I take it you mean Sally Fenwick?” she asked briskly.
“Of course I mean Sally.” Genni didn’t look up. “She’s lovely and kind. They’ve been very good friends for so long. Sally is coming to the wedding. She’s staying at the same hotel. Even Hilary likes and approves of her.” Genevieve referred to Blaine’s prickly young stepsister, several years younger than herself. “Hilary hinted marriage isn’t far off.”
“Really? I thought it was a bit of a one-sided relationship,” said Emmy levelly.
“That’s because Blaine never gives anything away.”
“He kissed you. Some kiss by the sound of it.”
Genevieve’s face flared. “Blaine does everything like that, though, doesn’t he? He doesn’t realise he’s so…”
“Powerful?” Emmy hit on the right word.
“God I hate him!” Genevieve said in a small voice.
“Why don’t you tell him?” practical Emmy suggested.
“I did.” Genevieve barely whispered it. “I told him I wanted him out of my life. I told him I was sick to death of his dictatorial ways. I haven’t been able to do a thing to please him for years.”
“Why don’t you tell him again? You might get through this time.”
Genevieve considered this, then shook her head. “I won’t see him until he walks me up the aisle.”
“So tell him tonight,” Emmy pressed. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You mean go to his hotel?”
Emmy nodded. “If I were you I’d do it like a shot.”
Genevieve stared at her. “Emmy, darling, what are you saying?”
“Maybe what I should have said before. Tell Blaine what you tried