Speakeasy, Speak Love by Sharon G. Clark

Author:Sharon G. Clark
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Regal Crest Enterprises
Published: 2017-05-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-two

THE UPCOMING EXCITEMENT of the evening radiated from Margaret and could light the night sky, Fiona thought. Not that it was necessary as the evening was pleasantly warm, and the sky bright with stars as ten o’clock approached. Why did rich people entertain so late? Margaret’s happiness made Fiona happy, but a small part of her pained too, as one more checkmark appeared in the column acknowledging their differences. The party that Margaret would attend in an hour didn’t bring her the same joy. Fiona had watched Margaret, since her return from Sorriso, hardly able to contain her elation.

Fiona, forced to continue wearing the suit from the restaurant meeting, now waited for Margaret in front of the house, the car running in anticipation of their journey. Leaning against the car, hands in her pockets and legs crossed at the ankles, Fiona hoped to portray a picture of nonchalance. Inside, her stomach churned, feeling dread rallying, and announcing the beginning of changes that would catapult them both into the unknown.

Fiona worried about what could be keeping Margaret. Pushing off the car, Fiona prepared to go inside when the front door opened. She straightened and her mouth opened in an O of awe at the vision before her. Margaret wore a mermaid-style dress consisting of a charcoal mesh, long-sleeved overlay splashed with silver sequins and beads, with a small trail of material behind, lined by a sleek black dress. On her hands were charcoal gloves. Onyx and silver earrings dangled visibly from her ears with her hair up in the back, the front done in the Marcel waves becoming popular. She was stunning. Fiona was truly out of her depth in this woman’s presence.

Fiona rushed up the stairs to assist Margaret to the car. “You’re a dazzler, Margaret,” she said, taking Margaret’s gloved hand in hers.

“Thank you, Finn.”

Fiona escorted her to the car and released her hand with a quick squeeze once Margaret slid into the back seat. Fiona closed the door, rushed around the car and got behind the steering wheel.

“You remember the directions?” Margaret asked. Fiona nodded. “Then let the games begin.”

Despite the odd statement, Fiona knew Margaret was excited about the party, having spoken of little else since her announcement to Fiona at Dr. Matthews. At first, Fiona believed it was for Eldon’s benefit, and subsequently, anyone in hearing range who could inform Eldon of her mentioning it. Fiona recognized the glint of joyful expectation this gathering brought Margaret. Fiona felt changes about to happen, which confirmed her world was about to spin out of her control.

Fiona drove up the road about two miles to reach the Hartwell’s driveway. If the line of cars ahead were any indication, most of the elite of Boston were attending. She waited her turn to pull in front of the house so she could let Margaret out. The Hartwell home appeared to be an earlier design than the Graham home, in the old Federal style, boxy, low-hipped roof, molding on the cornices, even fanlights over the front doors.

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