The Curl Up and Dye (19 page)

“Busy morning?” Ruby asked, as she quickly soaped LilyAnn’s hair.

“Yes. I don’t know what in the world was going on. Every time I started out the door, Mr. Phillips found another reason to call me back.”

Ruby shook her head. “Complete lack of care for a woman’s need to look pretty.”

“I guess,” Lily said, and closed her eyes, reveling in the mini-head massage that came with the shampoo.

Ruby rushed her through the shampoo, then into the styling chair without much to say. It was unusual, but LilyAnn was so harried that she was actually glad for the chance for some peace and quiet.

Within a few minutes, Ruby had LilyAnn’s hair dry and styled, and she was ready to leave.

LilyAnn glanced up at the clock.

“You just set a new record. You did my hair in under thirty minutes.”

“It’s that shorter length,” Ruby said, but when LilyAnn started to get up, Ruby stopped her. “Wait a minute. You can’t leave yet. Okay, everybody! She’s ready!”

Vera and Vesta rolled a tea cart out of the break room filled with mini-sandwiches and tea cakes as Mabel Jean pushed out another one with drinks. At the same time, the front door of The Curl Up and Dye began to jingle nonstop as people began pouring in.

“Surprise!” Ruby said, as her salon slowly filled up with familiar faces.

When she saw Mr. Phillips come in grinning, she realized he’d been in on this and had purposefully kept her busy until they were ready. She was laughing but confused.

“What’s going on? It’s not my birthday or anything.”

“It was her idea,” Ruby said, pointing to Rachel Goodhope. “She made all these goodies for us and donated her time and tea cart for the festivities.”

LilyAnn locked gazes with Rachel and, once again, felt a connection she didn’t understand.

“Thank you, Rachel, but why all the fuss?”

Rachel wasn’t an emotional kind of woman, but these days, she was often struggling to hold back the tears.

“I suggested to the City Council and the Chamber of Commerce that we should set aside a day each year as Hero Day. People can be nominated all during the year for the distinction, and the winner will be, from this day forward, crowned on this date, the 28th of December. And, I suggested, and they agreed, that the first name on the plaque should be yours. You are more than a heroine, LilyAnn. Through your life here in Blessings you have proved to be a survivor, and you have made the women of Blessings proud.”

The room erupted in applause as the mayor came from the back carrying a miniature of the big plaque that would hang on the wall at City Hall.

“She made me pretty proud, too,” Mike said, as he came out of the crowd behind her.

She was stunned, remembering their fiery roll in the hay only this morning.

“Mike! You knew and didn’t tell?”

Mike’s eyes widened. “Oh crap. My daddy told me, after what she did to T. J. Lachlan, to never make her mad. If I swear on my life that this is the last time I ever keep a secret from you, then are we good, honey?”

Everyone burst into laughter, including Lily. She couldn’t believe this was happening, then saw the mayor approaching and stood up as Mike slipped in beside her.

“Miss LilyAnn Bronte, it is my honor to present you with this plaque, in recognition of your heroism and bravery in the face of extraordinary circumstances. You will be the first honoree of Hero Day, and on behalf of all the men in Blessings, we are ashamed that one of us mistreated you in such a manner.”

“Mistreated, my ass! The sucker tried to kill her!” Vesta muttered.

Mutters of agreement ran through the crowd as the mayor blushed. He handed LilyAnn the plaque, waited just long enough for the photographer to snap a couple of shots, then hurried off to another meeting.

Lily couldn’t get over it. Once again, she was making news, although it was the kind she could have done without.

“This is overwhelming. I don’t know what to say.”

Ruby was next as she presented a small gift wrapped with silver paper and a silver bow. It looked most impressive, and she presented it with as much to-do as the mayor had done giving her the plaque.

“This is just a little something from the girls and me,” Ruby said.

Lily sat back down in the styling chair and put the plaque in her lap so she could open the gift. She was smiling as she tore into it, revealing a brand new toothbrush, still in its packing, and an economy-size tube of toothpaste.

Vesta smirked. “It’s to keep those pretty teeth of yours in good shape, should you ever need to bite on something hard and crunchy again.”

The connection between Lachlan’s ear and the toothbrush was immediate. Laughter bubbled up Lily’s throat and came out in a belly laugh that spread through the crowd.

Ruby waved her hand. “The ceremony is over. Time to sample some of Rachel’s tasty treats.”

“Sit tight, baby,” Mike said. “I know what you like.”

As Mike walked away, Rachel slipped up beside her.

“Congratulations, LilyAnn.”

“Thank you for this,” Lily said.

Rachel shrugged. “It’s nothing you didn’t deserve. You may never think of me as a friend, but I would like to think we were not enemies.”

Again, LilyAnn felt a sadness in Rachel that made no sense. How she’d gone from hot to trot to just shy of reserved was both a mystery and a shock.

“You’re not my enemy, Rachel. You never were.” She hesitated, and then had to ask, “Are you okay?”

Rachel smiled. “I will be. Here comes Mike, and I see he chose some of my sausage rolls and cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches. I made them fresh this morning. I think you’ll like them.”

She patted Lily’s arm and slipped into the crowd as Mike handed Lily a plate and napkin.

“All finger food, sugar. What were you and Rachel talking about?”

Lily shrugged. “Not much. Mostly girl stuff, I guess.”

“That lets me out,” Mike said, and stuffed two of the sausage rolls into his mouth. “Oh wow, this is good. Rachel is a good cook, but she can’t cook on your level. You’re the best,” he added.

“The perfect comment from the perfect man. No wonder I love you,” LilyAnn said.

He grinned and pointed to her. “Are you gonna eat that?”

She laughed and popped her sausage roll into his mouth.

“Now, would you please get me one so I can at least taste it?”

“Good excuse for seconds,” he muttered, and headed back to the cart.

***

By the time New Year’s Eve rolled around, LilyAnn’s life was beginning to make sense. She was going to marry the man who loved her. They were making plans for their wedding and had almost figured out a way to connect and remodel both their houses into one.

When evening finally rolled around and it was time to get dressed for the ball, LilyAnn wanted the element of surprise with her dress so she got ready for the New Year’s Eve ball at her house and made Mike get dressed at his. The excitement over her dress was second only to going to the ball. It would be their first appearance at a public event as a couple, and it was the most prestigious event that happened in Blessings.

When she pulled the dress over her head and it slid down her body in silky folds, she had a moment of déjà vu, remembering all the years earlier in her life when ball gowns had their own closet in her house.

It had been so long since she’d worn a dress like this that she’d forgotten how great it felt to be a girl, and Mrs. Ling had done exactly what Lily asked her to do to change the styling.

The fabric was soft and clung to her, the style long, black, and slinky. From the front, it was understated elegance with a cowl neck that dipped to just below her collarbone, resting lightly on the mounds of her breasts. The sleeves were long, and the hemline just brushed the tops of her feet. Her new silver heels had the tiniest bit of bling on the toes.

It wasn’t until she turned around that the dress suddenly made sense as a statement piece. The back dipped past her waistline, and the slit in the back of her skirt stopped just short of getting her arrested.

It was the perfect little black dress: demure at first glance, drop-dead sex appeal from the back. With the three-carat diamond on her finger and her grandmother’s diamond studs in her ears, she looked like she’d stepped out of a
Vogue
photo spread, only better. She was a woman with curves who’d learned to love what she looked like and who she was.

The doorbell rang.

She grinned.

Mike was going all out, waiting for her to let him in instead of using his key.

When she opened the door, she gasped. The last time she’d seen Mike Dalton in a tux had been at the senior prom, and it was nothing like this.

“James Bond, as I live and breathe. Please come in.”

Mike smiled as he walked in, slid a hand around her waist to kiss her, then felt bare skin instead of fabric and froze.

She batted her eyes just enough to get his attention.

“Are you ready, sugar?”

He nodded.

“I’ll just get my wrap,” she said, and sauntered back to the sofa, giving him a front-row seat to what was showing, and leaving the rest of what was not to imagination.

When she turned around, the grin on his face was stretched from ear to ear.

“It is a damn good thing I got that ring on your finger before the rest of Blessings sees all this. I might have had to fight ’em off on the doorstep.”

She smiled. “You approve?”

“If I had a gold seal of approval, I’d pin it on your ass. You are stunning, LilyAnn, and I seriously love you.”

“Thank you, Mike. I seriously love you, too.”

“After you,” he said, then closed her door and locked it behind them before walking her to the car.

“This feels like a date,” she said, as Mike got behind the wheel.

He paused, his hands on the wheel.

“You’re right. It does feel like a date, sugar, so I guess it is. We definitely missed out on a lot, but I will not complain since it got us here.”

“Agreed. I hope I don’t make a social faux pas tonight. It has been ages since I’ve been out in polite society. I tried to cover up my black eye. Does it look okay?”

“You look perfect. Your face is perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Now quit fussing and let’s go have a party.”

The streets were still lit with Christmas lights, as were the trees and shrubs and the porches of the houses that they passed. The air was chilly, but the night was clear. It was a perfect night to ring in a new year.

The country club was lit up like the Fourth of July. Lights shone from every window of the three-story edifice, and the grandeur of the old Corinthian architecture lent itself to the ambiance of the night.

“This place is so pretty,” LilyAnn said, as Mike wheeled into the parking lot. “The last time I was here I was crowned Miss Peachy-Keen Queen. Mama and Daddy were beside themselves with pride. I thought Daddy was going to bust a button. He took so many pictures that night.”

“I remember. I’m sorry he’s not here, LilyAnn. We lost him way too soon,” Mike said.

She nodded, but there was something she needed to get off her chest.

“You know I said I didn’t like Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that I think it wasn’t Eddie I didn’t like. I think it was me. He’s good to me, Mike. He’s a little rough around the edges, but that’s nothing. I just wanted you to know that.”

Mike patted her knee. “You have done a lot of growing up in the last two months,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think it was about time?”

He chuckled. “Ah, here’s a good spot, and not too far from the entrance.”

He wheeled into the parking place and then got out and ran around the car to help her out.

She settled her wrap around her shoulders, thankful for the warmth, and slid her hand beneath the crook of Mike’s arm.

“Lead the way, Prince Charming. I feel like tonight is going to be magic.”

And she was right.

She checked her wrap at the door, making their entrance into the grand hall nothing short of dramatic as they approached the ballroom entrance. A uniformed footman stood at the top of the stairs, reading out each couple’s name as they descended into the throng of guests below.

When Mike handed him their invitations, the footman scanned the names against the guest list, then loudly announced in the same sonorous voice:

“Mr. Michael Dalton and Miss LilyAnn Bronte.”

The chatter below trailed off into a murmur and then into complete silence as they descended the stairs.

LilyAnn knew how to play the part. It was a little bit like walking the runway during a beauty contest, only easier, because here there were no interviews or trick question at the end of the runway to separate her from the others, and no crown to fight over.

Her chin was up, her shoulders back, and she was smiling and whispering to Mike in little asides, just enough to put a smile on his face.

“Pretend I’m witty. Look at me like you can’t take your eyes off me,” she whispered.

Mike grinned. “I don’t have to pretend, and I’m afraid to take my eyes off you, even for a second. Your dress is TNT with a fuse, and I’m scared to death someone is gonna strike a match.”

LilyAnn giggled.

And all the people saw were two people with eyes only for each other, which was exactly the point.

Almost immediately, Niles Holland, the president of the country club, stepped forward and shook Mike’s hand.

“Mr. Dalton. Miss Bronte. It is a pleasure to have you here. The champagne is flowing. The buffet is full to
over
flowing, and the music is about to start. Miss Bronte, if I may be so bold… May I be the first to ask if you would save me a dance?”

“Of course, Mr. Holland, but the first and last dances are reserved especially for my fiancé.”

Niles eyebrows rose. “Fiancé? I hadn’t heard. Congratulations, Dalton. You are a lucky man.”

LilyAnn flashed the ring. “On the contrary, sir. I believe I am the lucky one.”

Niles Holland knew about futurities and the stock market, and he knew gems. When he saw the rock, his eyebrows arched.

“That is absolutely stunning.” He eyed Mike with new appreciation.