The Wedding (32 page)

We want about forty or fifty people here, at the house, in the garden, Allegra said happily, nothing too fancy, just very cozy. In June. She beamed at Jeff, and then back at her mother.

You're kidding, darling, of course, her mother answered, smiling. Obviously. But Allegra looked at her innocently, not understanding the question.

No, we talked about it last night, and that's what we want.

Out of the question, Blaire said, sounding like the producer and not the mother. Forget it. No contract.

Mom, this isn't your show, it's my wedding, Allegra reminded her gently. What do you mean, forget it'?

I mean that the garden is going to be completely torn out in the next two weeks. There won't be anything in the backyard except dirt and the swimming pool till the fall, so the garden is out. And you can't possibly be serious about having forty or fifty people. Do you realize how many people we know? Allegra, this is crazy. Think of your clients, and all your friends from school, not to mention friends of the family. And, of course, Jeff and his parents will want to invite people. Frankly, I don't see how we'll manage to get away with four or five hundred. Six is probably more like it. Which means we can't do it here. And you can't possibly mean June. You can't throw together a wedding like that in two months. Allegra, now, let's be serious, dear. Where and when are we going to do it?

Mother, I am serious, she said, starting to look stressed. This is our wedding, not yours, and we don't want more than fifty people. That's the whole point; if you make it a mob scene, we have to invite everyone. With forty or fifty, we just have our closest friends and it'll mean more to us that way, and it doesn't take six months to plan a wedding for fifty people.

Why bother? Blaire asked, looking more upset than Simon had ever seen her. Blaire was overreacting to everything, first the architect and now her own daughter's wedding.

Mother, please! Allegra said, near tears herself. Why don't you just let us organize it ourselves? You don't have to do it.

That's ridiculous. And where will you hold the wedding? In your office?

Maybe. We could do it at Jeff's house in Malibu. That would be perfect.

You're not a hippie. You're an attorney, with a lot of important clients, and our friends mean a lot to us, and to you. She turned to Jeff then, appealing to him, You have to rethink this. He nodded and turned to Allegra.

Why don't we talk about it tonight and see what we can do differently, he said calmly, as Simon watched him.

I don't want to do anything differently. We did talk about it, and we want a small wedding in June, in the garden, Allegra said hotly.

There is no garden, her mother snapped at her. And I'm shooting in June. For God's sake, Allegra, how difficult do you have to make it?

Never mind, Mother. She threw down her napkin and got up from the table, looking at Jeff as tears swam in her eyes. We'll go to Las Vegas. I don't need this from you. All I want is a small wedding. I've waited thirty years for this, and I want to do it the way Jeff and I want it, not the way you want it, Mom. We're the ones getting married.

Blaire looked flustered as she saw how upset Allegra was, and Simon tried to calm them both down.

Why don't we talk about this after dinner? There's no need for anyone to get so excited, he said quietly, and both women looked mollified as Allegra sat down again. But it was obvious that this wasn't going to be so simple.

The rest of the dinner was somewhat tense, with both women saying very little. By the time coffee was served in the living room, they were all up in arms again, with Allegra wanting forty friends, and Blaire thinking they should have five or six hundred. She was suggesting their club or the Bel Air Hotel, and Allegra felt having her wedding there was tacky. She wanted it at the house, and Blaire said she couldn't manage a show and a wedding all at the same time, and trying to do it by June was ludicrous. For at least two hours there appeared to be no possible compromise whatsoever. And then finally, both sides having worn each other down, Allegra grudgingly agreed to a hundred and fifty, while her mother pushed for two hundred, and she said that if they'd wait till September, when she was on hiatus with the show, and the backyard would be finished, she thought she could manage it at the house. Allegra hesitated for a long time over that one, and she consulted in an undertone with Jeff. They really didn't want to wait five months to get married, but he pointed out that he'd be finishing his movie right around then and they could leave for their honeymoon immediately, instead of waiting three months after the wedding to take it. There was a certain benefit there, and although she hated to do it, Allegra conceded, at Jeff's urging.

But that's it, Mom. Don't push me any further. A hundred and fifty people in the garden in September. Period. Not one more person. And I'm only doing this for you. It sounded like a game of Monopoly as the two men listened, and Simon looked at his wife hopefully.

Does this mean I get to keep my kitchen? There's no way they can put the new one in by September, from what they were saying tonight.

Oh, shut up, Blaire said to her husband, angry all over again. Mind your own business. But she smiled sheepishly, and a few minutes later, they all seemed to be unwinding. It had been an exhausting evening.

I had no idea weddings took so much out of you, Jeff said, accepting another Scotch, while Simon poured himself a brandy.

Neither did I, Simon admitted. Ours was pretty small. But I know Blaire has always wanted to go all out for her daughters.

She can do it for Sam, Allegra added, still shaken by the battle with her mother. They were both tough and the compromise hadn't been easy. And more than anything, she hated waiting five whole months till the wedding.

We'll manage, Jeff reassured her, kissing her, and then she went out to the kitchen to talk to her mother. When she got there, Blaire was in the kitchen, blowing her nose. She'd been crying.

I'm sorry, Mom, Allegra said, contrite for any harsh words. I just know what I want, but I didn't mean to upset you.

I want it to be beautiful for you, I want it to be special.

It will be. As long as Jeff was there, that was all that mattered. The whole idea seemed stupid to her now, and she was sorry they weren't eloping like Carmen. It would have been so much simpler. And she had a suspicion that it was all going to get worse before it got better.

What about a dress? her mother asked then, moving on to another topic. I hope you'll let me help you choose one.

I started looking today, at lunchtime. Allegra smiled at her and told her where she'd been, what she'd seen, and what she wanted. Her mother thought that short was a good idea, but she still thought she should go dressy, maybe with a big hat, or a small veil.

I saw Dad while I was shopping. I had to bite my tongue not to tell him, but I wanted to tell him with you, and Jeff, so I didn't.

What was he doing shopping on Rodeo Drive? Particularly since she knew he didn't like to shop under any circumstances. She did all his shopping for him.

He wasn't. He was at the Grill, having lunch with Elizabeth Coleson. They were talking about a picture. I think Daddy's probably trying to hire her for one of his movies, she said conversationally, and went on to discuss whether or not she wanted bridesmaids. She hadn't decided, but she noticed something strange in her mother's eyes, and when they went back to the living room, she saw Blaire glance at Simon. They all went on talking about the wedding until the young couple left at eleven. And just before they left, Blaire said something odd to her daughter, and Jeff overheard it.

You'll have to call your father, she said quietly as they stood in the doorway, and Allegra looked at her uncomfortably, and nodded. A few minutes later, she and Jeff were in the car on the way back to Malibu, exhausted by their first dose of wedding arrangements. It had been quite an evening.

What did your mother mean? he asked casually, as they headed toward the freeway. Allegra had leaned her head back against the seat with her eyes closed.

We should have gone to Vegas and called them afterward, Allegra said, sounding exhausted.

What did she mean about telling your father'? What does that mean? But Allegra didn't answer. She just sat there, with her eyes closed, pretending to be sleeping. But he glanced at her, and sensed the tension in her silence. He didn't understand it, and he gently touched her cheek with his fingers. Hey, don't ignore me. What did she mean? He had instinctively sensed something painful.

Allegra opened her eyes and looked at him. I don't want to talk about it now. Tonight was bad enough.

They drove in silence for a while, but Jeff refused to be put off. Her reticence disturbed him. Allegra, isn't Simon your father? There was a long, long pause. She was looking for an escape, a way not to tell him. She hated talking about it, even with him. It was too painful. She shook her head sadly, but she still didn't look at Jeff. She just stared out the window.

My mom married him when I was seven. For Allegra, it was a terrible confession, something she hated talking about or admitting.

I had no idea, he said cautiously, not wanting to tread on old secrets, but he was marrying her and he wanted to help her if he could, if this was as painful as it appeared from her silence.

My real' father is a doctor in Boston. I hate him and he hates me too, she said as she looked at Jeff finally. It was a difficult subject to pursue, and he decided not to for the moment. He just touched her cheek gently again, and at the next light he leaned over and kissed her.

Whatever happened, I just want you to know that I'm there for you, and I love you. No one's ever going to hurt you again, Allegra. She had tears in her eyes when she kissed him and whispered thank you, and they drove the rest of the way to Malibu in silence.

In Bel Air, the Steinbergs were in their bedroom by then, and Blaire was watching Simon take his tie off.

I hear you had lunch with Elizabeth today, Blaire said coolly, pretending to rifle a magazine, and then she looked up at her husband again. I thought that was all over.

It never began, he said quietly, as he unbuttoned his shirt and walked into his bathroom. But he could sense her just behind him. She had followed him in, and her eyes bored into his when he turned around to face her. I told you, it's strictly a working relationship. He said it very calmly, but her shoulders sagged as she watched him. She felt so old just looking at him. He was having lunch with women her daughter's age, and he still looked so handsome. And she felt so faded and barely a woman anymore. She was a has-been, even professionally. And now she was the Mother of the Bride. She felt ancient.

What were you working on with her in Palm Springs? Blaire asked quietly.

Don't do this, he said, turning away. He refused to play the game with her again. They had done this too often already. We were just talking. That's all. We're friends. Let it go, Blaire, for both our sakes. You owe me that much.

I don't owe you anything, she said, with eyes full of tears as she left his bathroom, and then she turned to look at him again from the doorway. Are you offering her a picture? That's what Allegra said.

That's what I told her. We were just talking. That's all. She's going back to England.

And you? she asked sadly. Are you shooting your next picture there?

We're shooting the next one in New Mexico, he said, and walked slowly out of his bathroom to put his arms around her. I love you, Blaire. Please know that' . Please don't push this anymore' . You'll hurt both of us. But she wanted to hurt him, as much as he had hurt her when she found out he was having an affair with Elizabeth Coleson six months before. He had been perfectly discreet. No one else had ever known. But she had. She had found out by accident when someone saw them in Palm Springs, and reported it to her without realizing it. But she had understood instantly. A chill had run down her spine the minute she heard it. And he had denied it, of course, but when she saw them speak to each other for a few minutes at a party, she had been certain. They had the look of people who had told each other secrets in bed late at night, that private conspiracy that only happens in the bedroom. And when she'd pressed him about it again, he said nothing. And she knew then that she was right about her suspicions.

Allegra didn't know about it. No one did. Blaire had never told anyone. She just kept it inside, as her soul slowly wilted, as it had again tonight when Allegra had said she'd seen them.

Why do you have to go to a restaurant with her? Why can't you just see her in your office?

Because if I did, you'd think I was sleeping with her. I thought it would be better to see her in public.

It would be better not to see her at all, Blaire said quietly, her whole body seeming to sag as she sat on the bed, just as her soul did. Maybe it doesn't matter anymore, she said softly, and went to her own dressing room, and he didn't follow. Things were so difficult now. They hadn't slept with each other in months. Without even discussing it, they stopped once she knew he had had an affair. She felt he didn't love her and didn't desire her and she was growing older.

He was reading when she got back to the bedroom in her nightgown, and he looked at her kindly. He knew how painful it had been for her. He had regretted it terribly, but it was one of those things that just happened. And there was no way to undo it. He knew now, much to his chagrin, that Blaire would never let him forget it. And perhaps he deserved that. He accepted his fate at her hands and always wished that there were some way to let her know how much he still loved her. But she never believed him. All she ever focused on, other than her show, was Elizabeth Coleson. He wondered if the wedding would change all that and lift her spirits. He hoped so.