Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 7

Charity dinner night and the four of us make our way to the table, Elizabeth on Richard’s arm, Charlotte on mine. Like Richard, I detest these events, but these days it’s expected of me and at least this evening I have some entertaining company.

But Charlotte looks glum, muttering under her breath.

“What’s bothering you? I thought you wanted to come?”

“I feel like the ugly duckling.”

?

?

I look down at my Jade, exquisite in a plain black dress, cut to her figure and stopping just short of the knee. “Why Charlotte?”

She gestures around the room. “Look at them all, in their dresses and jewellery and.…”

*Sigh*

“Charlotte, look at the other women in this room. They may all have designer dresses and jewellery and bags and shoes. You could have all of that too if it meant a damn thing to you. But it doesn't, and I don't insist, because if you were wearing a sack, you would still outshine every other woman here.”

She rolls eyes at me but looks a little reassured.

Richard harrumphs and I smile to Beth. “Present company excluded of course.” But there’s a twinkle in Richard’s eye.

I turn back to Charlotte. “Besides which, I’m sure you know as well as I do, the ending to the story of the Ugly Duckling.”

I wink at her, and she smiles.

*****

At the large circular table, I have Elizabeth to one side, Mayor Vandervoort to the other. My elegant wife makes a manful effort to smile as she exchanges chit-chat with his wife, Veronica, a couple of seats along. She’s doing a great job. I know she loathes the woman, an overly-made-up blond who nurses the illusion that traffic-stop-red suits her complexion. If you stepped in her personality, you wouldn’t wet your feet.

Beyond her are my old friend, Will Stanton, the Police Commissioner and his wife. Across from us are some of the local Councillors and minor politicians with their assorted females. And finally, there is James, and beside him, looking petrified, is Charlotte.

Completely out of her depth….

…. and her comfort zone….

But the practice is good for her….

When I get her on my Board in a few years’ time, she’ll need to be to grips with this….

However, regardless of the quality of some of the company we are keeping, the food is very good and Charlotte, finally raising a smile, tucks in. Her eyes, I notice, follow Elizabeth as the hors d'oeuvres are served. Her hands hover over the cutlery, before, following Elizabeth, she picks up the tiny rounds of toast and pate in her fingers.

I keep watching, surreptitiously of course.

The soup, a Vichyssoise, is delicious, and after a doubtful moment, while she sniffs then tastes, true to form, Charlotte spoons it up with relish, right to the last drop. Her dish emptied, she tears a chunk from a roll, swiping around her plate, then gulping the bread down in large economical bites as she polishes away the last smear of soup.

After a moment the conversation lulls and she glances up. Everyone is looking at her, watching the performance. Veronica wears a faint sneer.

Charlotte flushes, looking around at the assembly, and then to James who eye-points the remains of the roll in her hand. With a guilty look, she drops it on her side plate.

“You know,” I comment, reaching for the basket of bread. “I’ve often thought….” I take a roll and break off a piece, wiping it into my own bowl. “…. That when we become wealthy, we shouldn’t lose sight of some of the core values that got us here. And one of those is not wasting good food.”

I break off another piece, polishing the enamel with it. “This is, after all, a charity dinner, isn’t it, for the homeless. We should be seen to practice the values we claim to espouse.”

Chatter bursts out, abrupt and noisy.

“Quite right.”

“Yes, just so.”

Suddenly, the basket of rolls is empty and I drop wink to Charlotte.

*****

Charlotte’s attention becomes distracted, Veronica probing the detail of the wedding; outfits, choice of church, how many bridesmaids, dresses….

How much it’s all costing….

James leans close, speaking in a low voice. “Thanks for that. Charlotte would have been mortified. One of the things I know she was taught on that farm was that you don’t waste food. That it’s bad-mannered not to clear your plate. Between that and starving as a kid, she never….”

I brush it off. “Forget it. I asked you to bring her so she could get used to this kind of thing.”

He arches brows. “Really? Should I read something into that?”

I prevaricate. “She was worried about the wedding reception, about knowing how to behave at a formal occasion. This is good practice for her.”

He nods, chewing his food thoughtfully.

In for a penny….

“As a matter of fact, there’s something else I wanted to run by you.” I glance across to check Charlotte’s attention is elsewhere. It is. She’s listening politely to Veronica….

…. winding her table-napkin in her hands, knuckles turning white….

Good practice….

“Go on,” says James.

“You mentioned to me some while ago that you’d caught her hacking our security system.”

“Ah-ha. Along with whatever else caught her interest.”

“Did you make any attempt to stop her?”

“No, not after you said you were happy for her to see what was going on.”

“Good. So…. We can assume that she’s probably continuing along those lines?”

James sucks at his teeth, then delicately picks a sliver from between with a fingernail. After a long pause, he says, “I don’t know. I didn’t think to check. But I can if you want me to?”