A Jersey Kiss (Jersey Romance Series) (28 page)

“
Now that Luke is to be Grant’s best man, of course.” Bea opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t think of anything to say. What was Mel up to now?

Mel lowered her voice so her mother couldn’t hear.
“It did take a bit of persuasion from Grant.” Bea thought an old school friend was going to be his best man, but wanted to hear what else Mel had to say, so didn’t interrupt. “Since our engagement party, they’ve spent quite a lot of time together,” Mel said. “Don’t forget they knew each other from school, they go way back. Grant says he still feels guilty for breaking Luke’s nose during a rugby match years ago.”

So that’s what happened to it, thought Bea, liking the extra character the bump gave his otherwise perfect face.

“I just wish Leilani didn’t have to come. No doubt she’ll look amazing,” Mel added.

“
I bet she will,” Bea and Shani said in unison.

“
And you,” Mel nodded at Bea, “as my maid of honour will be partnered with Luke now. Won’t that be fun?”

“
Yes.” Bea forced a smile, Mel must have missed the point when she said she thought the small children should be bridesmaids, obviously Mel assumed being a maid of honour was something else entirely. The sooner this wedding was over and done with the better as far as she was concerned.

“
Don’t interfere now, Melanie,” Joyce snapped. “Concentrate on these exquisite place cards.”

“
Before your sister rams one up your nose,” Shani whispered, leaning close to Bea.

TWENTY-THREE

Second of May - Blooming Fabulous

Bea couldn’t believe how large Shani’s stomach had grown and had to concentrate on not staring at it. She was relieved that the wedding would soon be over and she could concentrate solely on her legal problems. Mel was driving her nuts and the atmosphere between Paul and Shani was exhausting. It was only seven days until the first anniversary of Annabel’s death and Bea was dreading every second of it. She couldn’t believe her aunt had been gone for almost an entire year.

She turned her thoughts to Paul and how terrified he seemed to be about being there when Shani gave birth, and if she was honest, Bea felt the same way. She shivered and patted her mobile. The contact details of the maternity ward were there, the taxi firm number was there, too. There was no need to panic. It never ceased to amaze Bea that someone could live on an island only five miles by nine and not bump into people for years, especially, she brooded, if they didn’t want you to. And she was pretty sure Luke was avoiding her. She had kept a low profile socially and, as much as she missed seeing him, she felt it was the only way to deal with being in love with someone she couldn’t have. She wasn’t sure why he was keeping away, though. It was going to be difficult enough seeing him at the wedding, she thought, hoping she remembered to watch every word she said to him.

“
Have you thought more about where we can book to go for Mel’s hen night?” she asked Shani. “We’ve already left it a bit late to arrange something.” The sun had just forced its way out through a layer of thick clouds after a particularly forceful shower. Everything in her garden shone as Bea pulled on her Wellington boots in anticipation of a couple of hours of therapeutic weeding.

“
Really? I thought she didn’t want to do anything. Anyway, you think this bulk will want to party right now?” Shani panted, rubbing her back and sitting down on the large pine carver.

Bea laughed.
“You’re not big,” she fibbed, waving away Shani’s hand when she went to playfully slap her. “We have to arrange something for her.”

“
I know. How about arranging a night at Effervescence, that’s probably the easiest option?”

“
Effervescence, that’s a brilliant idea.” She thought for a moment. “What about my stepmother, though? It’s not the sort of place I’d imagine her agreeing to go.”

“
Tough. We need to book somewhere I can sit for most of the evening. We can eat and then enjoy the show.”

“
It’s the show that worries me.” Bea grimaced. She’d been to see the brilliant sketch show with the hilarious overly made-up transvestites. It was perfect for a hen party, but not one that included Joyce.

“
Why?” Shani pulled a cushion behind the arch of her back and leant against it.

“
Because its men dressed as women and some of the jokes can be a bit rude.”

Shani straightened the loose knitted jumper over her stomach.
“Yeah, I forgot about that. Well, it’s either that or a quiet meal somewhere else. Not very hen-like though. Mel’s hardly the condoms-tied-on-a-hat sort of girl and I can’t see Joyce supping her martini from a willy-shaped straw, can you?”

“
No.” Bea laughed, an image of her horrified stepmother filling her mind. “Why don’t we ask Mel, just to make sure? We don’t want to upset her and have to deal with Joyce’s ranting, too.”

“
True,” Shani laughed. “She’s tense enough about the whole thing as it is, especially now there’s the threat of Leilani competing with her in the bride stakes. Oops,” Shani winced. “Sorry, I didn’t think before speaking then.”

Bea took a weary breath and glared at her friend.
“You’ve nothing to be sorry for. I’ve got no interest in what Luke and Leilani get up to,” she lied. “I’ll give Mel a ring now, and then we can book something.”

Bea came back from the phone.
“Surprisingly enough, it’s to be Effervescence and Mel told me Joyce will be fine, especially if we open a bottle or two of Laurent Perrier Rosé here before we set off. So that’s what we’ll do. Mel will bring the booze and I’ve already phoned and arranged it for Saturday.”

“
If I’m still around to join in.” Shani cupped her enormous bosoms as best she could. “I swear these are growing by the day. I would have given my eye teeth for these to stay this big. Why is it the only time I have enormous boobs, I have a matching belly, too?”

Bea studied her friend.
“You do look different with those, but I think the novelty would probably wear off after a while.”

“
Are you kidding?” Shani jiggled them gently up and down. “I think they are amazing. I’m going to have to get implants once these go down.”

Bea shook her head doubtfully.
“Mel said Guy and Paul are also welcome on the hen night. Apparently they’re honorary girls. Joyce won’t be too happy, because they aren’t girls, but hopefully she’ll be too pie-eyed by then to care.”

“
You hope.”

“
Girls,” Paul said, stepping in through the French doors. “I’ve just got a text from Mel about her hen night. Good choice.”

Bea stood hands on hips.
“I may as well take these damn things off; I can see I’m not going to get any peace this morning.” Resigned, she kicked off her beloved boots and pushed her feet into her bunny slippers.

Bea moved away her legal folder a couple of hours later.
“I can’t wait until it’s over.”

“
What, the wedding, the court date or my giving birth?” Shani stroked her stomach with both hands. “It’s like some sort of countdown.”

Paul thought for a moment.
“Have you heard from Harry at all?”

Shani’s shoulders drooped at the mention of his name.
“I don’t expect to now. I’ll just contact him when the baby’s born, like I agreed to do and we can take it from there.”

Paul stroked her shoulder.
“Sorry, chick, that was a bit insensitive of me.” He turned his attention to Bea. “I heard Tom’s put his new apartment back on the market. Now why would he do that? He’s only just bought the place and probably hasn’t even finished paying for that expensive furniture. It doesn’t make sense.”

“
How do you know all this?” Bea wasn’t naive enough to think there was no truth at all in what Paul was saying.

Shani sighed.
“You can’t do a thing in Jersey without everyone knowing your business.”

****

“Are you insane?” Mel pushed away the silver sash bearing the title ‘Bride-to-be” on it in neon pink. “I’m not wearing that hideous thing.”

“
It’s your hen night.” Bea tried in vain to place it over Mel’s carefully straightened mane of chestnut hair. “At least we haven’t bought you ‘L’ plates.”

Shani grabbed the other end of the sash and pulled it over Mel’s head.
“Come on, let your hair down just this once. You did far worse to Bea when it was her turn.”

“
I don’t care; I’m not wearing any stupid sashes or badges. I thought I was letting my hair down by agreeing to come here.”

“
Forget it, Shan, she’s not going to give in.” Bea folded the sash and pushed it back into the paper bag. “You have no sense of fun sometimes, Mel.”

“
I don’t spend hours getting ready to go out to look completely stupid. Besides, Mum would be horrified.” She pulled on her grey silk jacket over her matching shift dress and shoes. “We’d better hurry up and get in the taxi. She’s had a couple of glasses of bubbles, so we don’t want her to sober up too much before we get there and realise what she’s in for. God, I hate hen dos.”

Paul was waiting with Mel’s other friends at the bar.
“Wine this way,” he shouted pointing at several bottles. Most of them, Bea noticed, were half empty already. “I’ve checked our table and thankfully it isn’t right in front of the stage, so we’ll have a great view, but there’s less chance they’ll pick on Mel.”

“
Good, I’ll leave if they do,” Mel moaned, taking a glass of wine from him and handing it to Joyce.

Joyce sat between Mel and Bea and seemed to enjoy her meal, although Bea assumed the wine was going a long way to keep her so relaxed. She couldn’t remember seeing her stepmother so chilled. It made a pleasant change.

“Don’t those barmaids have the most enviable figures?” Joyce tilted her head; Bea noticed her helmet hairstyle didn’t move a millimetre. “They should be models, not working in a restaurant.”

Mel grimaced at Bea. Bea knew the moment was coming when it would dawn on her stepmother that those barmaids were in fact barmen. She winced as a vice-like grip attached itself to her wrist and her stepmother turned slightly in her direction.
“Beatrice? Those are men,” she half whispered, half mouthed.

“
Um, yes, that’s right.” Bea unclenched the nails from their imbedded position in her stinging arm.

“
But they’re wearing full make up and frocks.”

“
I know.” Bea widened her eyes at Mel’s horrified expression, knowing that however she reacted to this discovery would be the deciding factor as to whether Joyce panicked or not. “Isn’t it fun?”

“
Fun, dear?” She looked aghast at the suggestion. “Fun?” she repeated, panic rising in her voice.

“
Yes, Mum,” Mel agreed, supporting Bea for once. “You know all the best people come here and it’s almost impossible to get a table unless you book months in advance?”

“
Are you certain, darling?” Joyce didn’t look as convinced as Bea would have liked and didn’t take her eyes away from them.

“
Mel’s right,” Bea assured her. “In fact the last time I was here, I spent a good few minutes chatting with the Lakeland-Jones’, who were here for their anniversary celebration.”

“
Good grief.” Joyce looked astounded by this information. She turned to Mel and then Bea, her bony hand resting on her chest. “Well, if you’re quite sure, darling. I must admit they do look rather spectacular and the food has been sublime.”

Bea watched Paul and Shani at their end of the table, as they tried not to laugh at Joyce’s reaction. She rolled her eyes heavenward, pleased they had chosen to come here. The lights dimmed, and Joyce gasped as a six-foot drag queen wearing a two-foot high, candy pink wig sashayed past their table, pursing his lips at Joyce, who watched awestruck as he stepped up onto a podium and announced the start of the show.

“How on earth does he walk in those heels?” she asked as the cast began singing an adapted risqué version of the Sound of Music.

By the end of the evening, Bea had given her stomach muscles a far better workout by laughing at the show than she could have managed by going to the gym.

“Thanks so much for tonight,” Mel said. “I was a little concerned about the venue, to be honest, but I have to admit it’s the best party I’ve been to in years.”

They waved Guy and Paul off in their taxi and Bea laughed when Joyce tried to explain their evening to Dad. He looked a little stunned by her enjoyment of it, too and Bea could see his eyes twinkling as he tried not to laugh.

“It sounds as if your mother has had an educational evening, girls.” Bea and Mel kissed him on his cheek. “I’ll bet she boasts about this to her lady friends for months to come.”

Their taxi dropped Mel off first.
“Thanks again for organising this evening, you two,” she said, ignoring their pleas and paying the driver for her part of the fare. “It was far better than I expected,” she added, a big grin on her face, before waving and disappearing into her front door.

“
Cheeky bag.” Shani sat back into the plastic back seat. “She should have trusted us to arrange an amazing evening. Mind you, despite having to go to the loo about a seventeen thousand times and not drinking anything stronger than sparkling water, I had a brilliant time, too.”

“
And me,” Bea said thinking back over the evening. “I was a bit worried when you became hysterical a few times; I had a horrible feeling you might go into labour.”

“
I did get a good kicking for most of the evening, but it was worth it. The show is brilliant.” Shani slipped her feet out of her ballet flats. “Only a week to go until the wedding of the year and this little stranger makes his or her entrance. I can’t begin to imagine how it’s all going to change my life.”