And seven harps.

And the New York Phil.

And caviar… and oysters… and cocktails…

“Rebecca, are you all right?” says Mr. Ferguson, suddenly seeing my expression.

“I think she’s a little overwhelmed,” says Robyn with a little laugh. “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

“Well… yes. I suppose so.”

I take a deep breath and turn away for a moment. OK, let’s not get carried away. This may all be very glitzy, but I am not going to be swayed by any of it. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in England — and that’s what I’m going to do. End of story.

Except… just look at it all.

“Come and sit down,” says Robyn, patting a gilt chair beside her. “Now, I know from your point of view it still seems far off. But we’re on a pretty tight schedule… so I just wanted to talk to you about your overall view of the wedding. What’s your fantasy? What, for you, is the image of pure romance? A lot of my clients say Scarlett and Rhett, or Fred and Ginger…” She looks at me with sparkling eyes, her pen poised expectantly over the page.

This has gone far enough. I have to tell this woman that none of this is actually going to happen. Come on, Becky. Get back to reality.

“I…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve always loved the end of Sleeping Beauty, when they dance together,” I hear myself saying.

“The ballet,” says Elinor approvingly.

“No, actually, I meant… the Disney film.”

“Oh!” Robyn looks momentarily puzzled. “I’ll have to catch that again! Well… I’m sure that will be inspirational too…”

She starts writing in her book and I bite my inner lip.

I have to call a halt to all this. Come on. Say something!

For some reason my mouth stays closed. I look around, taking in the molded ceiling; the gilding; the twinkling chandeliers.

Robyn follows my gaze and smiles at me. “Becky, you know, you’re a very lucky girl.” She squeezes my arm affectionately. “We’re going to have so much fun!”



HOUSE OF LORDS

Appointments Commission

Nomination Form


Please summarize here why you are suitable for recommendation as a nonparty political peer and how you, personally, would make an effective contribution to the work of the House of Lords. Please support this with a CV clearly showing your major achievements and highlighting relevant skills and experience.


APPLICATION TO BE A LIFE PEER


Name: Rebecca Bloomwood

Address: Apt. B

251 W. 11th Street

New York, NY 10014


Preferred title: Baroness Rebecca Bloomwood of Harvey Nichols


Major achievements:


PatriotismI have served Great Britain for many years, bolstering the economy through the medium of retail.


Trade RelationsSince living in New York I have promoted international trade between Britain and America, e.g., I always buy imported Twinings tea and Marmite.


Public SpeakingI have appeared on television chairing debates on current affairs (in the world of fashion).


Cultural ExpertiseI am a collector of antiques and fine art, most notably 1930s cocktail cabinets and barware.


Personal contribution if appointed:

As a new member of the House of Lords, I would personally be very willing to take on the role of fashion consultant, an area hitherto neglected — yet vital to the very lifeblood of democracy.



SECOND UNION BANK

53 Wall Street

New York, NY 10005

February 21, 2002


Miss Rebecca Bloomwood

Apt. B251 W. 11th Street

New York, NY 10014


Dear Miss Bloomwood:

Thank you for your letter of February 20.

I am afraid I could not comment on whether or not a Miù Miù skirt is a household expense.

Yours sincerely,


Walt Pitman

Director of Customer Relations

Six


I’M NOT GOING to get married in New York. Of course I’m not. It’s unthinkable. I’m going to get married at home, just like I planned, with a nice marquee in the garden. There’s absolutely no reason to change my plans. None at all.

Except… it would be amazing. Walking down that aisle in front of four hundred people, to the sound of a string orchestra, with amazing flower arrangements everywhere. Having the huge, dreamy, Lady Di wedding I always fantasized about but thought was beyond my grasp. I mean, it’d be Becky’s Big Day come to life.

Then we’d all sit down to some incredible dinner… Robyn gave me some sample dinner menus, and the food! Rosace of Maine Lobster… Fowl Consommé with Quenelles of Pheasant… Wild Rice with Pignoli Nuts…

I know Oxshott and Ashtead Quality Caterers are good — but I’m not sure they even know what a pignoli nut is. (To be honest, I don’t either. But that’s not the point.)

And maybe Elinor’s right, Mum would be grateful if we took the whole thing off her hands. Yes. Maybe she’s finding the organization more of a strain than she’s letting on. Maybe she’s already wishing she hadn’t volunteered to do the whole thing. Whereas if we get married at the Plaza, she won’t have to do anything, just turn up. Plus Mum and Dad wouldn’t have to pay for a thing… I mean, it would be doing them a favor!

So as I’m walking back to Barneys, I take out my mobile and dial the number for home. As Mum answers I can hear the closing music of Crimewatch in the background, and I suddenly feel a wave of nostalgia for home. I can just imagine Mum and Dad sitting there, with the curtains drawn and the gas-effect fire flickering cozily.

“Hi, Mum?”

“Becky!” exclaims Mum. “I’m so glad you’ve phoned! I’ve been trying to fax you through some menus from the catering company, but your machine won’t work. Dad says, have you checked your paper recently?”

“Um… I don’t know. Listen, Mum—”

“And listen to this! Janice’s sister-in-law knows someone who works at a balloon printing company! She says if we order two hundred or more balloons we can have the helium for free!”

“Great! Look, I was just thinking about the wedding, actually…”

Why do I suddenly feel nervous?

“Oh yes? Graham, turn the television down.”

“It was just occurring to me… just as a possibility”—I give a shrill laugh—“that Luke and I could get married in America!”

“America?” There’s a long pause. “What do you mean, America?”

“It was just a thought! You know, since Luke and I live here already…”

“You’ve lived there for one year, Becky!” Mum sounds quite shocked. “This is your home!”

“Well, yes… but I was just thinking…” I say feebly.

Somehow I was hoping that Mum would say “What a fantastic idea!” and make it really easy.

“How would we organize a wedding in America?”

“I don’t know!” I swallow. “Maybe we could have it at a… a big hotel.”

“A hotel?” Mum sounds as though I’ve gone mad.

“And maybe Elinor would help…” I plow on. “I’m sure she’d contribute… you know, if it was more expensive…”

There’s a sharp intake of breath at the other end of the phone and I wince. Damn. I should never have mentioned Elinor.

“Yes, well. We don’t want her contributions, thank you. We can manage very well by ourselves. Is this Elinor’s idea, then, a hotel? Does she think we can’t put on a nice wedding?”

“No!” I say hastily. “It’s just… it’s nothing! I was just…”

“Dad says, if she’s so keen on hotels, she can stay at one instead of with us.”

Oh God. I’m just making everything worse.

“Look… forget it. It was a silly idea.” I rub my face. “So — how are the plans going?”

We chat for a few more minutes, and I hear all about the nice man from the marquee company and how his quote was very reasonable, and how his son was at school with cousin Alex, isn’t it a small world? By the end of our conversation Mum sounds completely mollified and all talk of American hotels has been forgotten.

I say good-bye, turn off the phone, and exhale sharply. Right. Well, that’s decided. I might as well call Elinor and tell her. No point in hanging around.

I turn on my mobile again, dial two digits, and then stop.

On the other hand — is there any point in rushing straight into a decision?

I mean, you never know. Maybe Mum and Dad will talk it over this evening and change their minds. Maybe they’ll come out to have a look. Maybe if they actually saw the Plaza… if they saw how magical it was all going to be… how luxurious… how glamorous… I can’t quite bear to give it up. Not quite yet.


When I get home, Luke is sitting at the table, frowning over some papers.

“You came home early!” I say, pleased.

“I had some papers to go over,” says Luke. “Thought I’d get some peace and quiet here.”

“Oh, right.”

As I get near I see that they’re all headed “The Elinor Sherman Foundation.” I open my mouth to say something — then close it again.

“So,” he says, looking up with a little smile, “what did you think of the Plaza?”

“You knew about it?” I stare at him.

“Yes. Of course I did. I would have come along too if I hadn’t had a lunch appointment.”

“But, Luke…” I take a deep breath, trying not to overreact. “You know my mother’s planning a wedding in England.”

“It’s early days, surely?”

“You shouldn’t have just fixed up a meeting like that!”