“Bex, you are going to do something about this, aren’t you?” she says suddenly. “Promise me you’re not just going to bury your head in the sand and pretend it isn’t happening.”
“Honestly! I wouldn’t do that!” I say indignantly.
“This is me, remember!” retorts Suze. “I know what you’re like! You used to throw all your bank statements into the trash and hope a complete stranger would pay off your bills!”
This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.
“I’ve grown up a lot since then,” I say, trying to sound dignified. “And I will sort it out. I just need to… to think it through.”
There’s a long silence. Outside, I can hear Cynthia saying “Here at Dream Dress, our motto is, you don’t choose your dress…”
“Look, Bex,” says Suze at last. “I can’t make this decision for you. No one can. All I can say is, if you’re going to pull out of your mum’s wedding, you’re going to have to do it quickly.”
THE PINES
43 Elton Road
Oxshott
Surrey
FAX MESSAGE
TO BECKY BLOOMWOOD
FROM MUM
20 March 2002
Becky, darling! Wonderful news!
You might have heard that Suzie spilt her coffee all over the wedding dress. She was devastated, poor thing.
But I took the dress to the cleaners… and they worked miracles! It’s as white as snow again and you’ll be able to wear it after all!
Much love and talk soon,
Mum xxxxxxxxx
Eight
OK. SUZE IS right. I can’t dither anymore. I have to decide.
The day after she’s left to go home I sit down in my fitting room at lunchtime with a piece of paper and a pen. I’m just going to have to do this logically. Work out the pros and cons, weigh them all up — and make a rational decision. Right. Let’s go.
For Oxshott
1. Mum will be happy
2. Dad will be happy
3. It’ll be a lovely wedding
I stare at the list for a few seconds — then make a new heading.
For New York
1. I get to have the most amazing wedding in the world
I bury my head in my hands. It isn’t any easier on paper.
In fact it’s harder, because it’s thrusting the dilemma right in my face, instead of where I want it — which is in a little box at the back of my mind where I don’t have to look at it.
“Becky?”
“Yes?” I look up, automatically covering up the sheet of paper with my hand. Standing at the door of my fitting room is Elise, one of my clients. She’s a thirty-five-year-old corporate lawyer who’s just been assigned to Hong Kong for a year. I’ll quite miss her actually. She’s always nice to chat to, even though she doesn’t really have a sense of humor. I think she’d like to have one — it’s just that she doesn’t quite understand what jokes are for.
“Hi, Elise!” I say in surprise. “Do we have an appointment? I thought you were leaving today.”
“Tomorrow. But I wanted to buy you a wedding gift before I go.”
“Oh! You don’t have to do that!” I exclaim, secretly pleased.
“I just need to find out where you’re registered.”
“Well, actually, we haven’t registered yet,” I say, feeling a flicker of frustration. It’s not my fault we haven’t registered yet. It’s Luke’s! He keeps saying he’s too busy to spend a day in the shops, which frankly just doesn’t make sense.
“You haven’t?” Elise frowns. “So how can I buy you a gift?”
“Well… um… you could just… buy something. Maybe.”
“Without a list?” Elise stares at me blankly. “But what would I get?”
“I don’t know! Anything you felt like!” I give a little laugh. “Maybe a… toaster?”
“A toaster. OK.” Elise roots around in her bag for a piece of paper. “What model?”
“I’ve no idea! It was just off the top of my head! Look, Elise, just… I don’t know, get me something in Hong Kong.”
“Are you registering there too?” Elise looks alert. “Which store?”
“No! I just meant…” I sigh. “OK, look. When we register, I’ll let you know the details. You can probably do it online.”
“Well. OK.” Elise puts her piece of paper away, giving me a reproving look. “But you really should register. People will be wanting to buy you gifts.”
“Sorry,” I say. “But anyway, have a fabulous time in Hong Kong.”
