Part 196 (1/2)

She slammed the door, gunned the motor. If there was pain on his face,

she didn't look back to see it.

EMmA MARRIED DREW in a quiet civil ceremony. There were no guests, no

advance press. She had told no one, not even Marianne. After all, she

was over twenty-one and needed no one's permission or approval.

It wasn't the wedding she had dreamed of No misty tulle and glowing

white silk. No flowers except the single pink rose Drew had given her.

No music, and no tears.

She told herself it didn't matter. She was doing exactly what she

wanted. It was selfish, perhaps, but she felt justified in committing

one purely selfish act. How could she have told Marianne or Bev without

telling her father? She hadn't wanted him there, standing beside her,

giving her away.

She would give herself away.

She'd done her best to cheer the dull, mechanical ceremony by wearing a

fussy silk dress, shades deeper than the rose she carried. Lacy at the

bodice and at the drifting, tea-length hem.

She thought of her father's wedding. The first wedding she had ever

seen. Bev looking gloriously happy. Brian smiling. Stevie, all in

white, singing like an angel. The memory brought tears to her eyes, but

she held them back as Drew took her hand.

He was smiling at her. Smiling as he slipped the simple diamond band on

her finger. His hand was so warm and steady. His voice was clear and

lovely as he promised to love, honor, and cherish. She so desperately

wanted to be cherished. When he kissed her, she believed it.

Then they were man and wife. She was no longer Emma McAvoy,