Lush by Beth Yarnall

Author:Beth Yarnall [Yarnall, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, nystery, suspense, contemporary romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It was the night of the dinner party when Lucy would really earn her stripes as Cal Seller’s wife. She’d chosen what she thought was the perfect dress and had her hair and makeup professionally done. The house was spotless, the decorations flawless. The food was more than delicious—it was exquisite. Even Poppy had a new outfit for the occasion, a cute little red, black, and white dress with white tights and shiny new black Mary Jane shoes.

Lucy stood in the entry hall, ready to greet her husband as he came home from work. She hoped with everything in her that he approved of what she’d done. This dinner was important not only to Cal but to Lucy as well. He’d offered her marriage as a way out of her situation based on her ability to pull off the kind of corporate affairs wives of her caliber were expected to perform. Only she’d never hosted a dinner party, and she’d certainly never choreographed a six-course dinner for four.

Twisting her hands together, she checked the time again. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until their guests arrived, and their host had yet to make an appearance. What would she do if he didn’t come home before their guests got here? How would she entertain them?

The front door opened, and Cal appeared. “I’m late. I’ll be right down.” He barely gave her a glance before he ran past her up the stairs, briefcase in hand.

Halfway up the stairs, he turned. “Damn it.” He made his way back down and gave her a brief kiss, then headed upstairs. “I’ll be five minutes, no more.”

She stared at her husband’s retreating form, wishing he was standing next to her so she would at least know what to expect before their guests arrived. She made her way into the kitchen to check yet again on the preparations. All seemed to be in order as the caterer shooed her away. She found herself back in the entryway, alone, waiting for people she’d never met yet had to impress.

She checked her reflection for the third time in the past few minutes. The hairstylist and makeup artist had made her look like someone she hardly recognized, a better, prettier, more presentable version of herself that perfectly matched the expensive dress she wore. She was a long way from the trailer parks and apartment complexes she was used to. Washed, waxed, made up and done up, she felt the part. She knew how to charm people. She knew how to present herself in the best possible light, and she certainly knew which fork to use and when.

She could do this.

Straightening her spine and lifting her chin, she imagined herself greeting the President of the United States and the First Lady. If she was worthy of them, she was certainly worthy of a good old boy from Tennessee and his wife. Even if they were billionaires and were often photographed doing ordinary things like wrangling steer and organic gardening.

Oh, my God.

She was so out of her depth.

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