Novel Palace
Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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“She cares about you,” Ana says.
“Yes, and I her, as a friend.”
“I think it’s more than a friendship to her.”
“Anastasia, Elena and I—” I stop. What can I tell Ana to reassure her? “It’s complicated. We have a
shared history. But it is just that, history. As I’ve said to you time and time again, she’s a good friend.
That’s all. Please, forget about her.” I kiss her hair and she says no more.
I take her hand, and we wander back to the dance floor.
“Anastasia,” my father says in his smooth tone. He’s standing behind us. “I wondered if you’d do me NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
the honor of the next dance.” Carrick holds his hand out to her.
I give him a smile and watch him lead my date onto the dance floor as the band starts “Come Fly
with Me.”
They’re soon enjoying a spirited conversation and I wonder again if it’s about me.
“Hello, darling.” My mother sidles up to me, holding a glass of champagne.
“Mother, what were you trying to say?” I ask without any preamble.
“Christian, I—” She stops and looks anxiously at me, and I know she’s prevaricating. She never
likes to give bad news.
My anxiety level rises. “Grace. Tell me.”
“I spoke with Elena. She told me that you and Ana had split up and that you were heartbroken.”
What?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she continues. “I know you run a business together, but I was upset
hearing it from her.”
“Elena is exaggerating. I wasn’t heartbroken. We had a falling-out. That’s all. I didn’t tell you
because it was temporary. It’s fine now.”
“I hate to think of you being hurt, darling. I hope she’s with you for the right reasons.”
“Who? Ana? What are you implying, Mother?”
“You’re a wealthy man, Christian.”
“You think she’s a gold-digger?” And it’s like she’s struck me.
Fuck.
“No, that’s not what I said—”
“Mom. She’s not like that at all.” I’m trying not to lose my temper.
“I hope so, darling. I’m just watching out for you. Be careful. Most young people experience
heartbreak during their adolescence.” She gives me a knowing look.
Oh, please. My heart was broken way, way before I hit puberty.
“Darling, you know we only want you happy, and I have to say, on the evidence of this evening, I’ve
never seen you happier.”
“Yeah. Mother, I appreciate the concern, but it’s all good.” I almost cross my fingers behind my back.
“Now I’m going to rescue my gold-digging girlfriend from the clutches of my father.” My voice is
arctic.
“Christian—” My mother tries to call me back, but frankly she can fuck off. How dare she think that
of Ana. And why the hell is Elena gossiping about me and Ana to Grace?
“That’s enough dancing with old men,” I announce to Ana and my dad.
Carrick laughs. “Less of the ‘old,’ son. I’ve been known to have my moments.” He winks at Ana and
swaggers away to join his distressed-looking wife.
“I think my dad likes you,” I mutter, feeling murderous.
“What’s not to like?” Ana says with a coy smile.
“Good point well made, Miss Steele.” I pull her into an embrace as the band starts to play “It Had to
Be You.”
“Dance with me.” My voice is low and husky.
“With pleasure, Mr. Grey,” she replies. We dance and my thoughts of gold-diggers, overanxious
parents, and interfering ex-Dommes are forgotten.
SUNDAY, JUNE 12, 2011
* * *
At midnight, the MC declares that we can remove our masks. We stand on the banks of the bay and
watch the astonishing fireworks display, Ana in front of me, cloaked in my arms. Her face is lit by a
kaleidoscope of colors as the fireworks explode in the sky above us. She marvels at each dazzling
burst, a huge grin on her face. The display is perfectly timed to the music, Handel’s “Zadok the
Priest.”
It’s stirring.
My parents have gone overboard for their guests, and it makes me feel a little less annoyed with
them. The final volley of rockets bursts into golden stars that light up the bay. The crowd
spontaneously applauds as sparks rain down from the sky, illuminating the black water.
It’s spectacular.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC calls out as the cheers and whistles fade. “Just one note to add at
the end of this wonderful evening: your generosity has raised a total of one million eight hundred
and fifty-three thousand dollars!” The news is met with rousing cheers from the crowd. It’s an
impressive total. I imagine my mother has been busy all evening extracting money from her wealthy
friends and guests. My contribution of $600,000 has helped. The applause is deafening, and on the
pontoon where the fireworks technicians have been busy, the words “Thank You from Coping
Together” light up in silver sparklers and shimmer over the dark mirror of the bay.
“Oh, Christian, that was wonderful,” Ana exclaims, and I kiss her. I suggest to her that it’s time to go.
I can’t wait to get home and curl up with her. It’s been a long day. I’m hoping that I don’t need to
persuade her to stay the night. For a start, Leila is still at large. Also, in spite of everything, I’ve
enjoyed today, and I want more. I want her to stay through Sunday, and maybe next week, too.
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