Emma Harte 05 - Unexpected Blessings by Barbara Taylor Bradford

Author:Barbara Taylor Bradford [Bradford, Barbara Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781559277990
Published: 2005-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

An hour later Tessa stood staring at herself in the bathroom, the walls of which were entirely mirrored. Turning this side and that, she was wondering if she had chosen the right outfit.

Perhaps she should have worn something a little more dressy for the book party. Lorne had told her that Jean-Claude Deléon was a national celebrity, and a special favourite amongst the chic in the worlds of literature, theatre and society. Therefore it would be full of sophisticated writers and intellectuals and the beau monde of Paris, as well as actors. And certainly this outfit was simple, to say the least.

And yet her reflection now told her that she looked pretty, and this pleased her. She hadn’t felt pretty in the longest time, weighed down by worries about the divorce, her sense of failure that the marriage had ended. And then there had been the dreadful experience of Adele’s abduction; she could not deny that the fear had taken its toll, rendered her helpless at times.

One of the reasons she had chosen the outfit she was wearing was the weather. It was as hot here as it was in London, and a short while ago, as she had looked over the clothes she had brought with her, she had settled on this skirt and top made of white voile. The voile was gauzy and light as air; the three-quarter-length skirt, that fell to just above her ankles, was relatively full and intersected with bands of narrow lace. Each band was set into the voile at intervals from the hip down, and the same narrow lace trimmed the hemline. The matching top was sleeveless and had a draped neckline that was flattering to her, very becoming, she thought. A white leather belt clinched her waist and matched her high-heeled sandals, and her only jewellery was a watch and chandelier earrings made of pearls.

Glancing at herself one more time, she nodded, decided she’d done the best she could, and went back into the bedroom. Picking up a small white leather purse, she opened the door to the sitting room and walked in.

Lorne was speaking on the phone, and he looked across the room as he heard the door opening. ‘Got to go, Phil. My date’s arrived. See you tomorrow,’ he murmured and hung up.

Coming towards her in long strides, her brother let out a low wolf-whistle, and exclaimed, ‘You’ve done me proud, Ancient One! You look absolutely bloody wonderful!’

Tessa laughed. ‘And you don’t look so bad yourself, Lorne Fairley. Now isn’t it great that you’re wearing black. We blend very well, wouldn’t you say?’

‘I would. And thank God I didn’t wear my white shirt and trousers, we’d have looked like some awful double act, the two of us in white.’

‘Never,’ she shot back. ‘We could never look awful, Lorne. I might, but not you, sweetie pie.’

‘Oh, you’re just prejudiced because you’re related to me. Little me, a famous actor,’ he said in his self-deprecating way, laughing. ‘Now, come on, let’s get a move on, I don’t want to get there any later than eight-fifteen.

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