"Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss."
Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
December, 1971
This house made her shiver. Nineteen-year-old Gertrude Hall, Trudy to her family and sorority sisters, clutched her antique gold locket and stared up at the rambling Gothic-style mansion looming before her.
"It's big," she said to the man driving the sleek red roadster.
Ronald Blanchard chuckled, then took her hand in his. "Don't let it scare you, Trudy. It might look like a cathedral, but it's my home."
Trudy hoped she didn't do or say anything stupid. It had taken all her courage to agree to make the drive down the coast of Maine for a holiday visit with Ronald and his family. But then, being in love gave one a lot of courage, she reasoned. And wanting to be with Ronald and impress his wealthy father and his sister, Winnie, had been uppermost in Trudy's mind when she'd finally given in to Ronald's invitation. But now, she wondered if she'd made the right decision. Her stomach twitched and roiled with the same precision as the snowstorm building over the Atlantic.
"I hope your father approves of me."
Ronald brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. He laughed as the furry cuffs of her purple crushed velvet midi coat tickled his face. "Stop worrying. Father will adore you. How can he not?"
Trudy thought back on everything Ronald had told her about his formidable father, Howard Blanchard. Blanchard Fabrics was legendary and well known across New England. Howard had started the company in his youth and turned it into a multimillion dollar conglomerate, and Trudy knew that Ronald was being groomed to take over that company one day. She also knew his father expected him to marry a blue-blood socialite in keeping with the family standard. But Ronald wanted to marry Trudy.
Trudy was not a socialite. Her family back in California didn't have a prestigious social standing. Her parents weren't rich in material things, but they had given their two daughters an upbringing rich in literature and the arts, Shakespeare being one of her father's favorite authors.
Right now, Trudy was worried about her parents. They ran a small literary press and while that was notable and noble in the literary world, it didn't always bring in a huge profit. Now, because of some bad business decisions, the bills were piling up. Between putting her through college and trying to stay ahead of the mortgage company, the Halls were reaching a financial crisis. Her younger sister Genie had written to her just this week, lamenting the lack of Christmas presents underneath the tree. Maybe Trudy should have gone home for the holiday break, instead of coming here for the weekend.
As if reading her thoughts, Ronald leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he brushed her long blonde hair away from her face. "Smile, Trudy. You know how I love your beautiful smile."
"But…will your father love me? I want him to love me, too, Ronald."
Ronald opened the car door, then ran around to help her out. "Let me handle my father. Believe me, I know how to deal with the man."
Trudy took a deep breath to calm her jittery nerves. But when she looked back up at the dark, shadowy mansion with the massive front door, her doubts came rushing at her like a wave hitting the cliffs below. In spite of the evergreen wreaths decorating the door and the festive red ribbons tied across the gas lamp posts, there was something sad and forlorn about this old house.
"I'm scared, Ronald. I'm afraid to go in there."
Ronald put an arm on her shoulder and guided her toward the stone steps. "Trudy, I love you with all my heart. And I promise, as long as you're mine, nothing will ever hurt you. Not even my father."
Trudy hugged him tight, praying with all her might that his promise would last a lifetime and beyond. "I believe you, Ronald. And I love you, too. So much."
Pushing at the shadows of her fear, Trudy followed Ronald up the steps toward Blanchard Manor.
Dinner at Blanchard Manor was anything but festive. Howard Blanchard kept a glare of disapproval on his face as he sat at the head of the long table centered in the elegant dining room. And while Ronald's older sister, Winifred, or Winnie as she was called, seemed bubbly and talkative, Trudy hadn't missed the way she sent covert glances her father's way every now and then.
Trudy didn't know how to act or what to say. She felt as disoriented and out of place here in this dark, rambling mansion as a mouse lost in a maze.
Howard shot a condescending look at Trudy. "So, you're a freshman this year, young lady. And what are you studying?"
Before Trudy could muster up an answer, Ronald held up a hand. "Trudy is following in her parents' footsteps. She'd majoring in English lit. The Halls love anything Shakespearean."
Winnie smiled, her fork resting on the delicate, white china plate in front of her. Tossing her long red hair, she said, "I do, too. Who can resist Romeo and Juliet. I sure know a thing or two about star-crossed lovers."
Noting the sadness in Winnie's eyes as she sent her father a pointed look, Trudy turned to her. "Well, I hope I never have to deal with such a tragedy." She glanced over at Ronald and saw the love in his eyes. Then she chanced a look toward the head of the household. Howard Blanchard was not smiling.
"English lit. I'm not much on wasting time in books myself. Hard work—that's the only kind of entertainment I need." He aimed his fork at Ronald. "You need to remember that, son. I'll need you back here once you graduate next spring. Pretty soon, you need to stop all this romantic nonsense and get ready to settle down." His harsh expression indicated Trudy would not be a part of that plan.
Ronald took a long drink of water, then looked over at his father. "Father, I certainly understand the plans you have for me, since you've drilled this into me from birth. When the time comes, I can assure you I will be ready to go to work at Blanchard Fabrics. But there is one thing you need to understand before that can happen."
Howard shot his son a challenging frown. "Oh, and what might that be, Ronald?"
Ronald leaned forward then reached for Trudy's hand. "I don't intend to marry some hand-picked socialite who only wants to attach her name to ours. I am going to marry Trudy. And that's final."
Howard slammed a hand down on the polished wood of the table. "We'll just see about that. I will not allow you to throw your future away just for the sake of some college fling."
Trudy felt the heat of his wrath all the way to the bottom of her brown suede boots. The man hated her! Horrified, she struggled to get out of her chair, and in doing so, managed to knock over her crystal water glass. Turning to Ronald, panic in her heart, she whispered, "I need… I need to go up to my room."
Ronald got up to steady her, his hand holding her arm. Then he pivoted toward Howard. "You owe Trudy an apology, Father."
Howard shook his head. "I have nothing for which to apologize."
Winnie came around the table, her big hazel eyes shining with tears. "I'll take you upstairs, Trudy. Your room is right next to mine."
Helpless and shocked, Trudy stared over at Ronald. The look on his face was both tender and apologetic. "Go on up, darling. I'll be there soon to check on you."
Winnie guided Trudy away from the dinner table. But when Trudy turned at the door, she saw the malice on Howard Blanchard's ruddy face.
That man would never accept her as Ronald's wife.
"We could visit for a while," Winnie suggested as she guided Trudy into a dainty sitting room just off her bedroom. A tiny, silver Christmas tree with bright red and green ornaments stood on a mahogany table by the windows. "Just until Ronald comes to find you. I'm sure he feels horrible about how Father treated you."
Trudy looked at Ronald's older sister, wondering why Winnie lived here when she could afford to live anywhere. Winnie and Ronald's mother had died, and their father was so distant and cold. Hoping to reassure Winnie, since she seemed just as upset, Trudy sank down on a chintz-covered stool in front of the fireplace. "I'm all right. I just want to sit here by the fire, if that's okay with you."
Winnie nodded, her shimmering red hair falling around her shoulders. "Of course. I rarely get visitors here. And I'm always up for some girl talk."
Trudy put her fingers out toward the fire. "I like this room. It seems more…welcoming than the rest of the house." Then she put a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry. It's just that this place is so big and…dark."
Winnie bounced down onto a wing chair, her pearls glistening against her cashmere sweater. "I know what you mean. I still get lost around here myself, and I've lived here all my life." She leaned forward with a conspiring grin. "They say there are secret caves underneath the bluffs around here. But I've never had the courage to explore them."
Trudy shivered. "I don't blame you." Then to change the subject so she wouldn't have nightmares, she said, "Tell me more about you. You know, boyfriends, school, that sort of thing."
Winnie's brilliant smile vanished. She sank back against the floral fabric of her chair, her expression becoming somber. "I'm not going back to school. And I had a boyfriend once, a few years ago. We were so in love. But…it didn't work out."
Trudy could see the pain in Winnie's eyes. "What happened?"
Winnie lowered her voice to a whisper. "We met at boarding school in Switzerland when we were teens. His name was Tate. We were so in love." She sighed, closed her eyes. "Then Father found out. Later he informed me that Tate was engaged to someone else. Father paid him off to avoid scandal. I never could find Tate to confront him. After that he was out of my life for good." She shrugged, her bangle bracelet falling down her arm. "Father proclaimed Tate had used me and never loved me. And one does not question Father's proclamations."
Appalled, Trudy leaned forward. "Have you heard anything about him? I mean, do you ever wonder what might have been?"
"All the time," Winnie said, tugging at her black skirt. "But…Tate didn't really love me. Not the way Ronald obviously loves you." She smiled. "I can see it in his eyes, Trudy. My brother is in love."
Trudy basked in that assurance, even with the image of Howard Blanchard's wrath still fresh in her mind. "I love him, too. I just wish your father would accept me."
Winnie got up to pace around the room. "Father never approves of anyone we bring home, unless of course it's someone he's hand-picked."
Trudy found an instant friend in Winnie. "I'm going to try to win your father over. I'll just have to show him how much I love Ronald."
"Good luck with that," Winnie said, touching a finger to a bubbling lava lamp. Then she shook her head. "I love my father, but he can be very controlling at times."
Trudy shuddered, ignoring the little warning trembles going down her spine. Hadn't she seen that bit of a controlling nature in Ronald already? He was self-assured and confident, no doubt. But then, she reminded herself, those traits were part of what had attracted her to him in the first place.
A knock at the door brought Winnie out of her chair. Ronald entered the room, his frantic gaze searching for Trudy. Winnie winked at Trudy, then walked toward her room. "I'll give you two some privacy."
Ronald kissed Winnie's cheek. "Thanks." Then he turned to Trudy. "I'm so sorry, darling."
Trudy rushed into his arms. She felt so safe with Ronald, even if this old house did give her the creeps. "Me, too."
"We will be married," Ronald assured her. "I promise."
Trudy held to that promise, even as the storm outside gathered strength.
Trudy entered the dining room and found Howard Blanchard sitting at the head of the polished table. His stern frown contrasted with the cheerful, red-tipped poinsettia blooming in a silver centerpiece on the side board.
"Good morning, Mr. Blanchard," Trudy said, afraid to step into the room.
"Don't just stand there, young lady," Howard barked. "Please, get some breakfast."
Trudy walked to the sideboard, her hands trembling as she found a cup and poured hot tea. Careful not to spill it, she sat down in a chair away from Howard. "Doesn't the snow look pretty?" she asked, hoping to break the awkward silence.
"Snow? A messy nuisance if you ask me."
Trudy sipped her tea, wishing Ronald would hurry down. Thankfully, Winnie came strolling into the room, her green wool dress flowing around her calves. "Good morning, Trudy. Father, are you attending church with us?"
Howard grunted. "I have too much to do to go to church, Winnie. I'll have the chauffeur drive you."
Winnie looked disappointed. "But…you promised you'd go. It's only days before Christmas."
Howard threw down his napkin. "I shall attend Christmas Eve services, Winifred. But today I have a lot of work to do in my study." Then he got up and stared down at both women. "Don't interrupt me."
Trudy felt the brunt of that harsh stare. Tears welled in her eyes as Howard walked out of the room. "He hates me."
Winnie shook her head. "No, that's how he treats everyone. The servants run when they hear him coming."
"How do you live like this?" Trudy asked. "Aren't you just miserable?"
Winnie's playful smile died on her lips. "I try to stay positive. Going to church helps. I have friends there and I volunteer just to get out of the house. I help out at Blanchard Fabrics and help Father in his office sometimes. It's not so bad." She got up. "I'm going to check on the menu for dinner tonight. I'll be back soon. Please, eat something or our cook will be insulted."
A crawling shiver worked its way down Trudy's spine. Even with the sunshine reflecting off the snow outside, she couldn't seem to find any warmth in this big, rambling house. And she certainly didn't have an appetite.
Ronald came into the room. "Trudy, how long have you been up?"
"A little while," she said, not daring to tell him she hadn't slept very well.
He kissed the top of her head. "Did you eat yet?"
"No. I've just had some tea. Your father… I think I upset him."
Ronald frowned, then sat down beside her, his gold-edged cup steaming with coffee. "Trudy, you have to stop imagining things. Father will come around. I'm sure you can manage to be civil to him while we're here for the holidays, can't you?"
Hurt that Ronald thought this was her fault, Trudy pushed her cold tea away. "I've tried to be polite, Ronald. But he refuses to acknowledge me. He won't even go to church."
Ronald drummed his fingers on the table. "Father doesn't go to church very much anyway. He's a busy man." Then he touched his fingers to hers. "I want you to have a good visit, so try to stop worrying so much."
Trudy nodded. "I guess I'm just feeling guilty for not going home. My parents are having a hard time right now and my sister is very upset that I'm not there to help out."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't think so. They're just struggling. Running a literary press doesn't bring in a whole lot of money and…they might have to sell the business."
Ronald pulled her out of her chair. "I have an idea to take your mind off things. How would you like to go ice skating down at the pond?"
"Ice skating?" Trudy immediately brightened. "I've never tried that."
"Well, then, let's go. We have plenty of time before we leave for church."
Trudy grinned as he spun her around. "I'll grab a muffin to take upstairs."
"Dress warmly. Winnie should have everything you need."
She turned to smile at Ronald. "I'm glad I'm here."
"Me, too," Ronald said. "And maybe I can figure out a way to help your parents."
After Trudy left, Ronald turned to find his father standing in the doorway. Howard entered the room in a fast stalk. "You will get rid of that girl immediately, Ronald. Do you understand me?"
Trudy felt exhilarated after ice-skating. In his usual charming way, Ronald had managed to take her mind off her family worries and his father's obvious disapproval. Now, as they moved along the cliffs behind the Victorian mansion, Trudy gazed up at the old house. "I can't imagine growing up in a place like this."
Winnie laughed, turning to face the frigid Atlantic Ocean. "This view makes it all worthwhile."
But Trudy wasn't looking at the crashing gray waves or the quaint lighthouse just beyond the bluffs. She stared up at the formidable house sitting on the hill. It looked like a gingerbread house, all windows and gables and porches. "I'm afraid I'm going to get lost," she said, grinning at Ronald.
He pulled her close; the warmth of his heavy wool overcoat took away the wind's brisk chill. "It looks intimidating, but this house has a rich history. It'll be your home someday, too."
Winnie grinned. "Wouldn't that be great, Trudy? You'd be like my sister." She tossed her hair back, her wool mittens catching against the brilliant red strands. "Ronald, don't look so forlorn. You're my favorite brother, but a sister…that would be such a joy."
Trudy longed for that since she didn't get along so well with her own sister. She could imagine Ronald coming home from work to find Winnie and Trudy overseeing a wonderful meal in the formal dining room, underneath that elaborate brass chandelier. They'd laugh and share the events of the day. Then she thought of Howard sitting at the head of the table and her dream vanished like the foam washing up on the rocks below them. A cloud shifted over the sun, making the morning sky gray and dark.
Ronald pushed her long bangs aside. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." She touched a gloved hand to his face. "I want you to be proud of me. I don't want you to be embarrassed by me, ever."
Ronald waited until Winnie moved up the path. "What do you mean?"
Trudy fought at the depression warring with her happiness at being here with Ronald. "I've worked hard to make it to college, to make something of myself. My parents always taught me the value of a good education, even if they couldn't give me a lot of material things. I just wish I had more to offer."
"You're still worried about my father, aren't you?"
She nodded. "I don't think he's going to change his mind about me."
Ronald tugged her close. "I told you, I can handle my father. And I could never be ashamed of you. I love you."
Trudy managed a smile. "It was love at first sight for me. But it took you a while to come around." She remembered seeing Ronald on campus. He was the preppy rich boy, a senior about to graduate to a world of wealth and privilege, while she was the flower child, hoping to work for peace and love in a world torn apart by war and death.
Ronald grinned, then kissed her cold nose. "Well, I did finally come around, the day you were handing out flyers for that sing-along."
"But you didn't want to attend the sing-along."
"No, that's because I wanted to take you to what has now become our favorite spot."
"The coffee house."
"I've never drank so much coffee—just so I could see you smile and laugh and talk about saving the world."
"I wish I could save the world. I want to explain to people about Christ."
"You do have a strong faith." He kissed her again. "My dear, little, naive Trudy."
Trudy stepped back to stare up at him. "Is that how you see me? As naive?"
"I didn't mean it in a derogatory way, darling. You just have such idealistic views." Ronald pulled her toward the house. "I'm sure if there's a way to find peace on earth, you'll be the first in line. But I have other things to think about—such as taking over Blanchard Fabrics." Guiding her up the cliff steps, he said, "After church, we'll go for lunch and I'll give you a tour of the business. Maybe then you'll understand why it's so important that I focus on that after we're married."
Feeling chastised again, Trudy followed Ronald. Glancing up at the third floor windows, she felt a bone-chilling sense of dread sweep over her, just as the clouds swept over the sun once again.
Trudy pressed her hands against the crushed blue velvet of her midi dress. This was her best dress, so she hoped it would be appropriate for the Sunday night dinner. Ronald had kept his promise by showing her all around Blanchard Fabrics. What a beautiful building, old and antique, but equipped with the best technology money could buy.
She loved the way Ronald's eyes lit up each time he described the exotic silk fabrics and explained how the giant machines in the factory worked to create beautiful textiles. Now that she'd seen what would one day become his heritage, she understood that he would most certainly come back to Stoneley to work at Blanchard Fabrics. And she also understood that she needed to quit whining about his father. Howard Blanchard was a very powerful man, used to making demands and getting his way. Trudy had to prove to him that she would make Ronald a good wife. Starting with this dinner.
But as she entered the spacious parlor across from the dining room, her gaze moved from the enormous Christmas tree centered by a floor-to-ceiling window to the woman standing beside Ronald. Surprised, Trudy noticed how the beautiful dark-haired woman held tightly to Ronald's arm. He was smiling down at her as he listened to something she whispered.
"Well, our guest has finally come downstairs," Howard said, holding up a mug of cider in salute to Trudy. "We were beginning to think you were going to sleep the afternoon away."
"I wasn't asleep, sir," Trudy said, trying to sound firm. "I was reading. Winnie was kind enough to share her library with me."
Howard's harsh gaze intensified. "Winnie reads too much. Wasting an entire afternoon stuck in a book. Do you like to read, Maria?"
The woman standing with Ronald turned to dismiss Trudy with a haughty look. "I don't have time to read, Mr. Blanchard. You know, holiday parties, visits with my sorority sisters, romantic dates." She smiled up at Ronald, then leaned close. "You still like romance, don't you?"
Ronald shot Trudy an apologetic look. "Of course I do. Trudy and I love to take long walks, or go to the movies."
Trudy moved toward Ronald, a cold fury coursing through her system. She'd never been jealous before, but then she'd never been in love before. "That's right. We saw Love Story the other night. What a sad movie."
"And very timely, I'd say," Winnie quipped from her corner stool by the fire. "That is, if Father has his way."
"Whatever are you talking about, Winifred? You know I don't go to the movies."
"We know, Father. You work. That's what you do."
While Howard glared at his defiant daughter, Ronald pulled away from Maria, and took Trudy's hand. "Trudy, this is a friend from high school. Maria Carlton, this is Trudy Hall."
Maria looked petulant, but had the good grace to smile. "What a quaint little dress."
Her compliment was meant as anything but. "Thank you," Trudy said, holding her head high. "It's nice to meet you."
Maria's gaze fluttered over Trudy, then back to Ronald. "No wonder you never call anymore. I'm so glad your father let me know you were in town."
"And invited you to a family dinner. He's so thoughtful that way," Winnie added, her words laced with sarcasm.
Howard shot Winnie a warning glance. "Ronald needs to keep up with his old friends."
"He sure does," Trudy said, taking Ronald's arm. She was quaking with fear, sure that the white lace at her neck was trembling to prove it. But she would not let this mean man or this very obvious woman steer her away from her love for Ronald. Not after he'd shown her what their future together could be like. And that future had nothing to do with money or power. But it had everything to do with love and family and security. "I'm so glad Mr. Blanchard thought to invite you, Maria. Maybe you can fill me in on some of Ronald's high school antics. I'm sure he was quite the ladies' man."
Shocked, Maria stood speechless. As did Howard Blanchard. But Winnie couldn't hide her sudden burst of laughter. Marching up to her father, she said, "I'm so hungry. Shall we go into dinner, Father? I think it's going to be a very interesting evening."
Howard reluctantly took her arm. But he didn't say anything.
Ronald reached out to Maria. "Shall we?"
Still silent and seething, Maria took Ronald's other arm.
Trudy heaved a deep breath, then smiled up at Ronald. She was rewarded with a wink and a grin. She'd won this small battle, but Trudy was sure the war had just begun.
The next morning, Trudy opened the back door leading from the garage. "We cleared out all the stores."
Winnie giggled, heaving bags into a pile. "I guess we'll have to find a way to get all of this upstairs before Sonya scolds us." In a whisper, she added, "She's so moody and bossy, but Father refuses to fire her."
Trudy nodded. The housekeeper, Sonya Garcia, was exotic-looking, but moody. She couldn't be much older than Winnie, but her brooding attitude didn't allow for any nonsense. Putting thoughts of the hired help out of her mind, Trudy gathered her bags. "I want to wrap the sweater I found for Ronald. I'm glad you told me he loves blue."
"He's so boring," Winnie said, dragging bags as they headed up the back staircase. "Mr. College Man. Always dressed in his sweaters and ties. He was born to be a staid businessman just like father."
"I beg your pardon?"
The girls whirled to find Howard staring up at them.
"Father, what are you doing home in the middle of the day?" Winnie asked, clearly surprised.
"I left some paperwork on my desk," Howard replied, holding up a folder. "And I have a question for you, Winifred. Did you spend all of my money, or did you just let Trudy indulge by opening up my bank account?"
Winnie gasped, then turned to face Trudy. Trudy's heart started beating so fast, she thought she'd topple down the stairs. Instead, she took a deep breath and prayed for courage. "Mr. Blanchard, I didn't spend any of your money. I work part-time at the college bookstore, and I've saved up for Christmas presents since January." Looking down at her bags, she added, "I wanted to buy Ronald something nice. And I wanted to give Winnie and you something…for your hospitality."
"I don't want any gifts," Howard retorted, clearly not impressed with her explanation. Instead of apologizing, he turned to Winnie. "Get that stuff upstairs. I think you've done enough shopping for one day."
"Good to see you, too, Father," Winnie said, her eyes misting over as she lugged her bags up the stairs.
She didn't speak again until they'd reached her bedroom door. "He wasn't always like this, Trudy. When Mother was alive…he was so different. Still stern, but almost…doting. But he's changed. We've all changed. He's disappointed in me, because I created a scandal when I fell in love with Tate Connolly."
Trudy lifted bags onto Winnie's four-poster bed, then turned as Winnie shut the door. "The boy from boarding school?"
Winnie nodded. "I loved him so much. But Father was determined to show me Tate's shortcomings. And he did. To think the whole time I believed Tate loved me, he was actually engaged to another woman. Father couldn't wait to tell me and to point out my lapse in judgment."
"Is that why…you don't date?"
Winnie sank down on the bed. "It's just easier to stay here with Father. I see people at church, but…there will never be anyone like Tate."
Trudy thought about how much she loved Ronald. It would be hard to push away those feelings. "You still love Tate, don't you?"
Winnie untied her wool scarf. "I'll always love Tate. And I don't want to find anyone else."
It was sad, the way Winnie tried to please her distant father. If Trudy married Ronald, would she have to fight Howard at every turn to prove her worth? Did she have it in her to do so?
"He's going to break up Ronald and me," she said, clutching the cashmere sweater she'd found at half-price for Ronald. "I want to be Ronald's wife, Winnie. I want to make him happy. I want lots of children, too. I've always loved children."
Winnie's smile was triumphant. "That might be the best way to win over Father. He loves Ronald and me, but he's just so demanding sometimes. But a grandchild…now that might soften him a bit."
Trudy paused. "One day," she said. "But for now, I'm content to just be with him. Ronald has to finish school first."
"Where's the romance in that?" Winnie said, grinning. Then she held up a hand. "You are so sweet and smart. My brother is blessed to have you."
"Thank you," Trudy said, an overriding dread crowding out Winnie's words. "I hope Ronald comes home from the factory soon."
Winnie lifted herself off the bed. "Just like Father to send Ronald to the factory on his holiday time. I'm sure he did it to keep Ronald away from you."
Trudy shook her head. "I don't mind. I enjoyed shopping. Ronald and I will have the rest of our lives together, in spite of what your father tries to do."
Winnie busied herself with admiring her purchases. "I wish I could be so positive. I need to work on my Christmas spirit."
The phone rang across the hall in Trudy's room. Hurrying to pick up the extension, she listened as Sonya explained in clipped tones that she had a call from her sister. "Thank you," Trudy said, her dread deepening. "Genie?"
"Well, I hope you're having fun, sis. What's it like being a part of the high and mighty Blanchard clan?"
Rolling her eyes at her sister's theatrics, Trudy sat down on a chair by the bed. "A bit awkward, but I'm having a good time. How are things at home?"
"Not so great," Genie said, her tone full of resentment. "Dad's a mess. He's so fidgety and grouchy. Mom just walks around wringing her hands. And I'm bored to tears. I wish you were here. At least you and I could get out and have some fun."
"I wanted to come home. You know that. But…I really wanted to visit with Ronald and his family, too. I'm going to marry him, Genie. Can't you be happy for me?"
Genie's long sigh gave Trudy her answer. But her sister's next words left her speechless. "You always win, don't you, Trudy? You always get whatever you want, while I'm left here cleaning up all the messes. It's just not fair."
"Did you call to fuss at me?" Trudy asked, her earlier jubilance gone.
"I just thought you might like to know that while you're frolicking with the rich college boy, your family is suffering. Does that even matter to you at all?"
"Of course it matters to me," Trudy replied, her gaze centered on the snow-covered trees and shrubs beyond the window. "Ronald knows I'm worried about all of you. He even offered to bring me to see you."
"Don't bother," Genie said, her tone rising. "I don't want the great Ronald Blanchard to see the way you really live, and I'm sure you don't either."
"What can I do to help?" Trudy asked, hoping her sister would at least be reasonable.
"You can find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow," Genie told her. "We could use some cash flow."
Trudy's slumped in her chair. She'd just spent way too much on Christmas gifts for Ronald and his family, in an attempt to impress his father. Why hadn't she just gone home to California? The money she'd spent could have helped her family.
Wanting to reassure her sister, Trudy spoke into the phone. "I'll find a way to help, I promise. Don't worry, Genie. You know I'll find a way."
"Better hurry," her sister replied. "I don't think I can hang around here much longer. I might just take off."
"Don't do that," Trudy cautioned. "I'll quit school and come home. I can find work."
"Oh, no. Not the golden girl. You just stay there and do right. You always do the right thing, Trudy. I'm the black sheep of this family. Might as well play our parts. You know what mother says. 'All the world's a stage.'"
"You could try turning to God," Trudy suggested, hoping her cynical sister would listen.
"God doesn't care about us," Genie replied. "I sure don't see Him anywhere in this dreary old house." Then she chuckled. "But if it makes you feel any less guilty, then pray away, big sister."
Trudy hung up the phone, more confused and anxious than she'd been before. It seemed Howard Blanchard wasn't the only one who resented her happiness. Her own sister resented her, too.
And that was much worse than dealing with Ronald's father
Trudy tried to hide her gloomy mood behind a smile. It was Christmas Eve and the family had just returned from a beautiful service at Unity Christian Church. She had sat beside Ronald, holding his hand, her love for him and her faith holding her steady. After hearing the beautiful Christmas hymns and hearing the retelling of the birth of Christ, she had regained her courage. On the ride home, she had enjoyed the twinkling lights decorating the houses along the coast, thinking she would somehow overcome all the things weighing on her heart.
But now with Howard's rigid stare centered on her, Trudy instantly became agitated and afraid again. Maybe it was because the service had been so beautiful, and this night, snow-covered and quiet, should be a time of togetherness and family. She missed her own family.
Winnie had turned the radio hidden in a cabinet to a rock station the minute they arrived home, and now "Bridge Over Trouble Water" was playing. Maybe even the formidable Howard Blanchard would mellow, hearing that popular song. Chancing a glance at him, Trudy watched as Howard settled in a chair, his frown intact. He would never accept her.
"Are you okay?" Ronald asked as he handed her a steaming mug of hot cocoa. "You look tired."
"I'm fine," Trudy said, her love for him overflowing. "I just miss my family. Maybe I should have gone home."
"You're still concerned about the business, aren't you?"
She nodded. "Hall Publishing is all my father has ever known. I don't know what he'll do if he has to shut down the press. You'd think with all the great works published there, he'd have enough clout to find someone to save his business."
Ronald glanced over to where his father sat reading the Wall Street Journal by the fire. Winnie was putting last-minute gifts underneath the big tree, humming along to the ballad on the radio. "I think I can help," he whispered to Trudy.
"How?" she asked, eager to hear his plan. Then she shook her head, guessing at his intent. "I think I know what you have in mind, but I can't ask that of you. It wouldn't be right."
"You fret too much," Ronald assured her. Then he took her cup of cocoa and placed it on a table. Taking her by the hand, he said, "Trudy and I are going for a walk along the bluffs."
Howard glanced up, disapproval on his face. "It's a bit late for a walk, son." Then he looked directly at Trudy. "And those cliffs can be treacherous if you're not used to them."
Ronald glanced at his watch. "It's only nine, Father, and I can walk all the paths along the cliffs and the beach with my eyes shut. Are you afraid we'll keep Santa from landing on the roof?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Ronald. Just don't stay out in the cold for very long."
Winnie smiled up at them. "Have a good time."
Ronald grabbed their coats from the closet by the stairs, then helped Trudy with her long wool cape. Together, they hurried toward the back of the house.
"I wanted to have you all to myself," he said, kissing Trudy on the cheek.
She followed him down the steps of the back terrace, toward the path beside the sea. Below the crashing waves hissed and spewed against the jagged rocks. The moon was out, highlighting the cliffs and shore in an eerie blue-gray light. Holding close to Ronald, Trudy tried to overcome the dark emotions swirling all around her. As much as she loved Ronald, she was beginning to wonder if she could ever live under this roof. Blanchard Manor seemed to hold its secrets too close. Trudy thought if she stayed here, she would surely disappear into one of the shadows and be swallowed into nothingness.
I really do read too much Shakespeare. But one quote from Macbeth stood out as she looked back over her shoulder at the dark house: "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more." Trudy trembled in the wind, wondering if she would somehow wind up here, lost, and heard from no more.
"Are you feeling a bit better?" Ronald asked as he turned to lift her down onto the beach. A gas lamp flickered near the steps, illuminating his face in a golden light. Near the filagreed lamp post, a heavy wooden swing suspended on sturdy beams squeaked back and forth in the wind.
"Better," Trudy admitted, even if the big house did cast shadows all around them. "The fresh air feels good."
"It's cold," Ronald said, tugging her cape around her shoulders. Then he took her gloved hands in his. "I wanted us to have some privacy."
Trudy gazed up at him, a dark dread bearing down on all her hopes. "Is something wrong? I mean, besides how your father feels about me?"
"No, darling. Everything is just right." He kissed her, then pulled back to smile at her. "I told you I want to help your family. Trudy, I have an enormous trust fund. I can pay off your father's debts."
"No," she said, pulling away. "I can't allow that. I told you it wouldn't be right."
Ronald tugged her around. "Think of it as an investment. I can offer your father some advice on how to improve operations, too. I'm good at this, so let me do it—for you."
"But your father—"
"He won't have to know. The fund became mine, free and clear when I turned twenty-one. I can do what I like with the money."
"But how will you explain this, Ronald? Moving a vast amount of money—"
"I can do it," he assured her. "Father knows I like to play the stock market."
Trudy wondered why he'd go to such great lengths to help her. His father would disown him if he found out. But, she reminded herself, Ronald was very savvy with financial matters. If anyone could pull this off, he could. All of his college friends came to him when they had financial problems. They often bragged about how Ronald could make money and hide money all in one day. Still, she didn't think it was a good idea. "I don't know…"
Ronald took her by the hand, pulling her along the rocky shore. "I want to see you smile again. Your mood shifts from giddy to blue."
"I'm sorry," she said, the frigid wind pricking at her skin. "I guess I've been a real drag."
"It's not that," he said, his arm around her shoulder. "I want to make you happy. And we can start with helping your family. Then we'll work on my father."
Trudy savored the warmth and security he always brought. "I don't know what to say."
Ronald lifted her chin. "Say yes to the money, and…to this." Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out a black velvet box.
Trudy's heart hit against her chest with the same force as the waves slamming the shore. "Ronald?"
Grinning, he opened the box. Even in the soft glow of moonlight, Trudy could see a diamond solitaire winking at her. "Ronald…"
"Will you marry me?" he asked, a catch in his voice. "I want you to be mine forever, Trudy."
Trudy closed her eyes, her tears cold in the wind. She'd dreamed of this. "I can't believe it. I know we've talked about it. But shouldn't we wait?"
"I don't want to wait. I want to make it official." He took her left hand in his, and tugged off her glove. Taking the ring in one hand, he dropped the box back in his pocket. Then he slipped the ring on her finger. "Perfect."
Trudy stared at the glistening diamond. "Oh, Ronald. I love you so much."
"Is that a yes?"
She nodded. "Yes, I'll marry you."
He drew her into his embrace. "That's the best Christmas present I could ask for."
Trudy pressed her cheek against his wool coat. "Me, too. This and saving my parents from disgrace. You are so good to me."
He laughed. "I'll take care of things with your parents. Hall Publishing will soon be secure. We'll keep it in the family forever, because that's how long we'll be together." He kissed her, his touch washing away her fears.
All except one. Trudy clung to him, staring up at the house that stood silently listening, and again, she had a premonition she'd somehow become lost in the maze of all those rooms. And all of that darkness.
In spite of Ronald's warmth and the thrill of wearing his ring, she shuddered. Forever was a very long time.
Christmas morning turned frigid and dreary. The whole countryside was snowed in, the weather fickle and stormy, which suited Trudy's mood as she came downstairs. She truly wanted to be happy, to celebrate her joy in being properly engaged to Ronald. But she wasn't sure how she could do that with his father's obvious disapproval and her sister's resentment hanging over her head. She's prayed during yet another sleepless night, but dreams of wandering around in a dark hallway had kept her awake.
Now as the sparkling Christmas tree and the warm, glowing fire beckoned her, she put aside her worries to concentrate on the beauty of the season, reminding herself that this day was sacred and special. Later, she'd call home to wish everyone a happy holiday. While her parents had understood her wanting to be with Ronald, Trudy knew Genie was still angry with her. Maybe, dear God, You could send Genie someone special to love. If only her sister would allow pure love into her heart, Trudy thought.
Genie had always had a selfish streak. Wanting attention, her sister resorted to shock and manipulation to get everything her way. Then Genie usually blamed Trudy when things went wrong.
"Why is it, young lady, that you always look so forlorn?"
Trudy turned toward the other side of the parlor, spotting Howard standing near a door that led to his study. Glancing around, she realized they were alone.
"Where's Winne?" she asked, her voice steady even if her heart was pumping hard enough to shake the wide tie on her silk blouse.
"I asked you a question," Howard replied. "If you're so in love with my son, why do you look so sad and…frightened all the time?"
Deciding honesty might work best with Howard Blanchard, Trudy stepped into the room, her long plaid skirt swishing against her black boots. "Do I really seem that way, sir?"
Howard actually smiled, surprising her. "If I said 'boo,' I do believe you'd run."
Trudy headed to the fire, seeking warmth. "I suppose I might." She turned to look at him, a soft smile moving across her face. "You are a very intimidating man, Mr. Blanchard."
He relaxed just a little bit. "I just want what's best for my children."
"I understand that. My parents are the same way."
"Speaking of your parents," he said, "I've read up on Hall Publishing. Very impressive little literary press."
Wondering just how much he knew, Trudy nodded. "My parents work very hard. They're both scholars. Their love of reading helped me with my own study habits. That's why I got a full scholarship to school. Of course, they help with my out-of-pocket expenses."
"Again, impressive." He looked at her, his stance rigid, his bifocals down low on his nose. "But tell me something. Do you think marrying my son will solve all of your financial problems? Is that why you find him so attractive?"
Trudy held back the answer forming on her lips. Did he already suspect that Ronald had offered to help her parents? Were there spies all around this vast property, reporting back to him?
Hoping to convince him, she said, "I don't care about money, sir. I fell for Ronald the first time I saw him. And I didn't even know who he was then. Once we got to know each other, I fell in love with him in every sense of the word. He's smart, funny, caring, and he makes me feel safe and secure." Wanting to find some common ground, she added, "Is that how it was for you and your wife?"
Howard's calm demeanor immediately became menacing. "Do not presume to know me well enough to ask such a personal question, young lady. You have no idea what real love is all about."
"But I'm trying to learn and understand," Trudy shot back, amazed at her own boldness. "And I want you to accept that Ronald and I love each other. Why do you disapprove of that? Why do you disapprove of me?"
Footsteps hit the polished wood of the hallway. "I'd like to hear the answer to that myself."
Trudy turned to find Ronald standing there, his expression full of anger as he waited for his father's answer.
Trudy's heart went out to the man she loved. Ronald looked livid. He also looked very sure of himself, his dark hair clipped and combed, his gray sweater highlighting his blue-gray eyes as he glowered at his father.
Howard didn't even blink. "Merry Christmas, son. Now where is that sister of yours? We have all these presents."
Winnie came bouncing into the room, wearing a quilted red robe and a plaid flannel lace-trimmed nightgown. "I'm right here. Let's open presents!"
Ronald ignored her. "I'm waiting, Father. Why do you disapprove of Trudy?"
Winnie glanced from her brother to her father, then hurried to Trudy's side. "What's the matter?"
Trudy shook her head, but didn't speak.
Howard shrugged, looked away. "It's Christmas, son. Let's enjoy the holiday."
"You can't even give me a good reason," Ronald said, moving toward Trudy. "Maybe because you're so miserable, you just can't stand for anyone else to be happy. Is that it?"
Trudy glanced up at him, hoping to salvage the morning. "It's okay--"
"It is not okay," he retorted, some of his anger misdirected at her.
Trudy wished she'd just kept her mouth shut. But it was too late for that now. Fingering her locket, she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble."
"But you did, didn't you?" Howard said, waving a hand in the air. "Why did you insist on bringing her here, Ronald?"
"Because I love her," Ronald retorted, his face red with fury. "I wanted you to meet Trudy, to see in her what I see. She's a good person, Father."
Howard looked from Ronald to her. "One day, you'll be parents. Then you'll understand all that being a father involves. I've worked hard to be able to give you and your sister the best of everything. I only ask for your respect in return. I never do anything without your best interest at heart."
"Except make unreasonable demands," Ronald said. "You forced Winnie to give up the man she loved. But you won't force me to give up Trudy." Grabbing Trudy's hand, he held it up so his father could see her ring. "Take a good look, Father. I asked Trudy to marry me. And she said yes. And there is nothing you can do to change that."
Howard was about to say something else when Sonya came into the room. In her heavy Spanish accent, she announced, "Breakfast is ready, Mr. Blanchard."
"Thank you, Sonya," Howard replied, ignoring the intense gaze the maid gave him.
Trudy didn't miss it, though. Nor all the other strange vibes reverberating around this huge, high-ceilinged room. Maybe Ronald was right; maybe his father was so lonely and miserable, he just naturally had to alienate everyone he loved.
"Did you hear me?" Ronald asked his father.
"I sure did," Winnie said, her cheery smile too bright. She hugged Trudy close. "I'm so happy for you." Then she turned to Howard. "Can't we just have a good Christmas, without you two fighting?"
Howard stared at his son, his expression wistful and full of regret. "You're just being impulsive, Ronald. It's just a college fling. I was hoping you and Maria might take up where you left off before she went to Europe, but you were so rude the other night I doubt she'll come around again. You know her father is one of our best clients. It would be a suitable match."
Ronald jabbed a hand through his dark hair. "I'm not in love with Maria, Father." A pleading look in his eyes, he added, "I love Trudy. Have you forgotten what falling in love means?"
Unable to take anymore, Trudy stepped forward. "Mr. Blanchard, I promise I'm not out to get Ronald's money. I just want to be his wife." She looked down at the ring on her finger, and knew what she had to do. "I never dreamed I could be so happy. Or, at least, I wanted to be happy. You asked me earlier why I seem so forlorn. It's because I'm worried that you'll punish Ronald because of me. And I can't allow that. I don't think I can be happy, knowing how you feel."
With that, she took off the ring and handed it to Ronald. "I'm sorry, but I won't come between you and your father." Bringing a hand to her mouth, she whispered, "I can't marry you, Ronald."
Then she turned and ran out of the room, ignoring Ronald's calls for her to come back.
"Trudy!'
Trudy whirled at the back door, her cape in her hands. "Just let me go, Ronald."
"I can't do that," he said, rushing to stop her. "Where are you going?"
"I just…need to get out of this house."
She opened the door and stepped into the cold mist of snow and sleet that came rushing over the porch. The air hit her, waking her senses with an arctic wind. The dampness felt good after the heated embarrassment she'd just had to endure. And not just from Howard. Ronald had been angry at his father, but he'd also been angry with her, too.
Trudy could now see things so clearly. Ronald didn't really want her or love her. He just wanted to defy Howard.
He caught up with her just as she ran down the last slippery step to the beach. "Trudy, you're being childish."
"Am I?" she asked, turning, her hair flying out in the brisk, bone-chilling wind. "I said I can't marry you, Ronald. And I mean it."
"If you'd just ignore my father—"
"How can I? The man hates me. He hated me even before he ever met me. He's already made up his mind. He wants you to marry someone better suited. And maybe he's right."
Ronald brought her close, then stared down at her, some of the anger leaving his eyes. "I don't want anyone else. I just want you. You have to take this ring back." Trudy looked down at his hand. He held the glittering ring up so she could see it. "This represents my love for you."
Trudy pushed him away. "No. This represents you trying to get back at your father. You don't really love me. You just want to rebel against Howard. You've been upset with me several times this weekend and now I understand why."
Ronald stepped back, then dropped the ring in his pocket. "You can't be serious?"
"I saw it in there, Ronald. I saw the way you spoke to him. You're enjoying this. You're using me as a means to get to him. And that hurts worse than your father's disapproval."
"You are so wrong," Ronald said, shaking his head. "Why would I take pleasure in seeing you hurt?"
"I don't know. But…since we've been here, we've had so many disagreements. With each other, with your father. I can't seem to relax. I just don't feel welcome."
"But we've had good times. What about ice skating? And sitting by the fire with Winnie? You can't let my father's dark moods ruin our whole holiday, Trudy."
"It's not just your father. You get so angry with me if I don't do or say exactly what you think I should. Maybe you're ashamed of me, the same way your father seems embarrassed about me."
"Now you are imagining things," he shouted. "If you really believe that, then you're right. We shouldn't get married."
Trudy's heart turned to ice. She could feel it shattering into shards. She'd never been so hurt and disillusioned in her life. "I wanted us to be happy. But I don't think that's possible."
Ronald looked down at the wet sand and snow. "Maybe you're right. Just come back to the house and let's try to get through the rest of the day. I'll take you back to the campus first thing in the morning."
Trudy watched him stalk up toward the mansion, her hand holding to her treasured locket. Her parents had given her the ornate gold filigree necklace for her sixteenth birthday and she rarely took it off. She turned it over, reading the inscription on the back. "To thine own self be true." Maybe she should listen to that sage advice.
Then she turned to stare at the gray and black waves of the Atlantic. The water foamed and hissed like a laughing shadow reaching for her. Gathering her cloak close, Trudy stood there, icy tears streaming down her face.
Her life with Ronald was over. She loved him so much, but she was afraid he'd never love her in the same way. Trudy loved with her heart. Ronald seemed to love revenge. How could she ever live with that? And how could she spend another night in this bleak, sad house?
Forcing herself, she turned to go back inside. As she glanced up at the turret room, she saw Howard Blanchard standing at the window, his expression full of triumph.
Trudy came back inside the house and heard the sound of voices in the big parlor. Staring down at her hands, she wished she could have kept the engagement ring Ronald had given her. But this was about more than just a ring. She loved Ronald; but being here and seeing him with his family had opened her eyes to so much more.
Being in love was easy. Living in Blanchard Manor would be the hard part. She'd never thought about having to deal with a distant father-in-law or being made to feel inadequate. Now she'd alienated Ronald and probably lost him forever.
Thinking she'd apologize then stay in her room the rest of the day, Trudy entered the parlor, the warmth of the fire reaching across the drafty room.
"I'm so sorry about…earlier," she said, glancing from Howard to Winnie. "I didn't mean to ruin your Christmas morning. Ronald's taking me back to the campus tomorrow."
Winnie frowned. "Don't leave. You and Ronald will make up and everything will be fine. I don't want you to leave." Then she turned to Howard. "Father, don't you have something to say to Trudy?"
Howard shifted in his chair, unopened packages all around him. For the first time since she'd arrived, he looked up at Trudy with sincerity in his eyes. "I'm sorry, young lady. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of selfish monster. You are welcome to stay here for the remainder of the holidays. I won't stand in your way or make you feel frightened anymore."
Surprised and touched, Trudy came to sit on a leather ottoman near his chair. "Thank you, Mr. Blanchard." She wasn't sure she could trust him, but at least he was making an effort. Winnie must have given him a good talking-to. "Did you open the package from me yet?"
Winnie quickly found the small package underneath the tree. "Here, Father."
Howard grudgingly opened the box, then held the pewter paperweight she'd had inscribed with a quote from The Merchant of Venice. He read, "'The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.'"
His gaze softened. "Thank you, Trudy. We'll open the rest after brunch." With that, he got up and left the room, the paperweight clutched in his hand.
Winnie turned to Trudy. "Now my brother needs to apologize."
"I'm not so sure," Trudy said, her heart still bruised. "Ronald is angry and I'm tired of fighting. I think we're finished."
"Well, you did give the ring back," Winnie pointed out. "Maybe you should find him and make up. That's always the fun part."
Trudy shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. "I miss my family so much."
"We can fix that," Winnie said. "Call them."
Maybe talking to her parents would cheer her up. Then she'd find Ronald and try to reason with him.
Winnie handed her the nearby phone. "I'll go check on brunch and give you some privacy."
Trudy dialed her parent's number. Her mother answered on the first ring. "Trudy, how are you? Are you having a good Christmas?"
She hesitated. "Yes, but…I miss all of you."
"We miss you, too. Genie keeps us posted. Are you really considering marrying this man?"
"I was, but now I'm not so sure. We had a terrible fight."
"On Christmas? That's a shame. Genie says you're rushing into this."
"Genie doesn't understand, Mom. I love Ronald. He's a good man. He's charming and handsome and…for some strange reason, he seems to love me." Or so she'd thought.
"But Maine? Trudy, that's so far away."
"I'm away from you now. Why would living in Maine permanently be any different?"
"I just want you to be sure, honey."
"I'll think this through, I promise. Nothing is certain."
"Do you want to come home?"
She could fly home for the rest of the holiday break. But she didn't have money to buy a plane ticket. "No, Mom. I'll be fine. I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. Will you tell Dad I called?"
"Of course, darling. We love you."
Trudy hung up, then stared into the fire, more confused than ever.
Then she heard footsteps behind her and turned to find Ronald there. "Don't go," he said. He kneeled in front of her and pulled her into his arms. "Please don't leave me, Trudy."
Trudy cried on Ronald's shoulder. "I don't think I should stay."
He lifted her chin, the fear in his eyes real. "I didn't mean what I said. We can work through this."
She wiped her eyes, then looked up at him. "Do you really love me?"
"You know I do." He moved to sit next to her on the stool. "But you're right—I was pitting you against my father. He sometimes brings out the worst in me. I didn't mean to put you in the middle of our differences."
"I meant what I said, Ronald. I don't want to make things worse between you two."
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed the top of her head. "You were just one more thing for him to use against me. But…I think he'll soften toward you."
"He did open the gift I got for him," Trudy said, sniffing. "And he apologized to me."
"My father telling someone he's sorry?" Ronald drew back to smile. "Now that is progress."
"I think Winnie got to him."
"She is good at bringing people around."
"I'm sorry for being so sensitive about everything," Trudy said. "I guess I miss my family and I'm worried about them. My sister likes to lay a heavy guilt trip on me every time I call home."
"Then you should just ignore her," Ronald said, patting her hand. "Why don't we just start over and try to have a good Christmas?"
"I think that's a good idea." She kissed him, then looked down at her hands. "I … I want to be your wife."
Ronald reached inside his pocket and pulled out the ring she's tossed back in his face. "Do you want to wear this again?"
"Yes," she said, fresh tears misting in her eyes.
He got down on one knee, his own eyes bright with hope. "Trudy Hall, will you marry me?"
"Yes, I will," she said, waiting as he slipped the ring back on her finger. "And this time, I won't let anything stand in the way."
Ronald grinned, then kissed her hand. "This looks so perfect on your finger. Don't ever take it off again."
Trudy hugged him tight, then sent up a prayer that God would help them through all the obstacles they'd have to face. Telling herself this had to be right, she sighed. "I'm so glad we made up."
"Me, too," Ronald said. "Now…let's go find out when that delicious-smelling brunch is going to be served. I'm starving."
Trudy took his hand and followed him across the hallway to the dining room. Winnie was busy helping Sonya and the kitchen staff put out steaming trays of eggs and bacon, muffins and freshly baked cinnamon bread.
Hearing their footsteps, she turned to greet them. "I see you two have patched things up. I'm so glad."
Trudy glanced over at Ronald. "It all seems so silly now."
Winnie's smile disappeared for just a minute. "Most lovers' quarrels are over silly little things. You two have a second chance, at least."
Winnie must be thinking about her own lost love. The holidays could be a joy, but not having someone special to share them with must be very hard. Trudy didn't know why she'd been such a pain, but she was determined to be positive and upbeat for the rest of her time here.
"Do you need any help?" she asked Winnie.
"No, no. You're our guest," Winnie said over her shoulder. "Ronald, Father is in his study. Would you go and get him?"
Trudy didn't miss the meaningful look Winnie sent her brother. She wanted everyone to make amends. Winnie was the peacemaker in this family. Trudy would do well to remember that after she and Ronald were married.
Ronald took the hint. "Of course. I'll be right back. Pour me some apple cider, please. And save me a molasses cookie."
Winnie laughed as he hurried out of the room. "Now this is the kind of Christmas morning I had hoped for."
Trudy went about pouring coffee and hot mulled cider. "I feel so relieved, as if Ronald and I have cleared a big hurdle."
"You did," Winnie whispered. "You got past my father. I saw something there in his eyes when he opened your gift. I think he's warming up to you."
"I certainly hope so, and thanks for your help with that. I told Ronald I wouldn't let anything else come between us and I intend to keep that promise."
No matter what.
The next couple of days went by in a blissful haze. Trudy hadn't been this happy since they'd left college. Ronald had been sweet and considerate, taking her all over the village of Stoneley, showing her the sights. The harbor was so pretty with its many boats and yachts. Trudy especially loved the old lighthouse that had been turned into a quaint restaurant. She and Ronald had a romantic dinner there to celebrate their engagement.
After kissing her good-night, he'd told her to get up bright and early because he had a surprise for her.
Eager to find out what he had planned, Trudy hurried downstairs, finally comfortable with the morning routine of breakfast in the dining room. Finding Howard in his usual spot, reading the Wall Street Journal, she cleared her throat. "Good morning, Mr. Blanchard."
Howard looked up, a curt nod his only response. Then after a second or two of silence, he said, "Why don't you call me Howard?"
Trudy's hand stopped on the silver coffee urn. Turning shyly, she gave him a surprised look. "Are you sure?"
He frowned, but she could see the bemused look in his eyes. "Of course I'm sure. If you're going to be a part of the family one day, then we need to drop the formalities, don't you think?"
"Yes, sir," she said, grinning. Pouring herself some coffee, she grabbed an almond scone and sat down at the table. "You know…I'm beginning to love this house."
Howard arched an eyebrow. "I'm glad to hear that. It's been in my family for a very long time. Lots of history in this old place."
"My parents would love it," Trudy said, nibbling at her food. "They're history buffs. Maybe one day they can come and visit." Then she quickly added, "I mean later, of course. Once—"
"Once you and my son are married and settled in," Howard finished for her, his tone firm and concise.
"Yes…hopefully after Ronald finishes college."
"I'm glad we agree on that," Howard retorted. Then he went back to his paper.
Trudy finished her food in silence, wondering where everyone was. Even if Howard was being agreeable, she still wasn't completely comfortable around him. A few minutes later, Ronald came into the room, kissed her on the cheek and spoke to his father. Trudy's rush of relief at seeing him must have shown. Howard glanced at her with a frown.
Ronald didn't seem to notice the slight tension in the room. "Ready for our big adventure, Trudy?" he asked, coming to sit next to her.
Trudy took in the scent of his spicy aftershave, then noted he was wearing the sweater she'd given him. Ronald was so handsome and such a gentleman; she thanked God again for allowing her to fall in love with him. "I'm ready. Am I dressed okay?"
Ronald looked over her Fair Isle sweater and dark jeans. "You look great." He quickly gulped down the last of his coffee. "Let's get going."
Howard glanced up as they giggled and held hands. "What are you up to, son?"
Ronald put a finger to his lips. "Just a little extra something for my girl."
Howard's sharp stare was intimidating, but Trudy was beginning to think it was mostly an act to scare people off. She smiled at him, hoping to break through his harsh nature. She was rewarded with a quick nod of his head.
Once they were on their way, Ronald glanced over at her. "You're winning him over, just as I knew you would."
Basking in his approval, Trudy grinned. "You were right all along. Once I quit worrying so much and relaxed, things seemed to get better. Your father and I actually had a conversation this morning."
"See, I told you."
"I'm so happy," she said, snuggling close in his tiny sportscar. "But where are you taking me?"
"You'll see," he said, giving her a brief kiss before he shifted gears.
Trudy's exhilaration went beyond the sunny day and the breathtaking view.
She felt so alive. As they rounded a spiraling curve on Ocean Drive, she took a deep breath and held on for dear life as she laughed into the wind.
The coastal road was both beautiful and dangerous, with winding curves and sharp drops down to the rocks and the sea below. But being with Ronald gave Trudy a confidence and security she'd never felt before. When they pulled up to an official-looking building in the heart of the village, Trudy let out a gasp. "The bank?"
Ronald looked delighted. "Yes. I promised I'd help your family and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I've already talked to my banker. The money will be transferred to them in California before the week is out."
"Oh, Ronald, I can't believe you're doing this. I don't know how to thank you."
"You already have," he said, his finger touching on her engagement ring. "You're going to be my wife."
Trudy's gratitude was so overwhelming, she grabbed him and kissed him.
"Wow, I should bail your parents out more often."
"Just this once," she said, her hand touching his dark bangs. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too." He hopped out and came around to help her out of the low car. "But this is just the first surprise of the day. I have more."
"You're spoiling me."
"That's the plan."
After a few minutes in the bank, her parents' worries were over. Ronald had saved their business. Trudy didn't know all the details, but she didn't care. Her family would be safe for a long time to come. Ronald had signed documents and talked in a low-key voice with several bank executives. There was even a lawyer present, just to make everything official. Ronald always took care of the details.
"Do you want to call them and tell them the good news?" he asked Trudy as they were about to leave.
"I suppose I should. They will certainly wonder what happened."
Motioning to the bank president, Ronald soon had Trudy in a private office, waiting for a connection to California. Excited, Trudy explained to her father what Ronald had done. Then she put Ronald on the phone to talk with her father. Ronald reassured Mr. Hall that he considered this a good investment. From what she heard, Ronald managed to convince her father. And no wonder. Her fiancé had gone way beyond the call of duty to prove his love for her. Maybe now her parents would understand why she cared so much about Ronald.
Later, as they zoomed along the coast again, she looked over at him. "My parents were astonished, to say the least." Then she bit her lip. "But I heard you telling the bank president to keep this confidential. And you told my father the same thing on the phone. I don't want your father—"
"Let's not worry about my father," Ronald replied, his eyes on the spiraling road. "I have enough money to keep the bank happy. It is confidential and it's my business. I know how to take money and make more. Just trust me, okay?"
"Okay." Trudy tried to focus on the positive again. "I'm just so relieved."
"Good." He pulled up to a quaint little shop. "Our next stop."
"A perfumery?" Trudy clapped her hands together, then got out of the car. "I've never been to one before."
"They make special scents," Ronald explained. "I thought it might be nice…something unique…just for you."
Touched yet again, Trudy waited as he opened the door, floral scents hitting her nostrils when they entered the dainty little shop. "I love the roses and jasmine in my mother's garden."
"Then roses and jasmine it is," Ronald replied. "Something that will always remind me of you and only you."
Once again, Trudy was overwhelmed by his generosity. "Isn't this expensive?"
Ronald shook his head and chuckled. "Need I remind you that I have lots of money?"
"How could I forget?" she shot back, grinning. "But…you shouldn't spoil me so much."
His expression turned serious. "I want to spoil you. I want you to have everything you've ever dreamed of."
Trudy thought of one of her favorite Shakespeare quotes from Hamlet. "'To sleep, perchance to dream,'" she said in a whisper.
Ronald reached out to touch her windblown hair. "I see you in my dreams. I hope both you and Master Shakespeare understand that."
Trudy closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch. Was this the stuff of dreams? Or was it too good to be true? She didn't want to find the answer to that.
She wanted to stay this happy forever. But what if she failed? What if she let Ronald down? Her dreams could turn into a nightmare. Putting her doubts aside, she nodded. "I understand."
But there was still so much about this man she didn't understand. Ronald was so complex, so confident, he sometimes overwhelmed her.
"I only want you," Trudy said, wishing he didn't seem so determined to prove his love with material things. It scared her with its intensity. "I want us to have a good marriage and a big family. I want us to be safe and secure and faithful to God's plan for us."
"Then we want the same things. Now, let's find you the perfect perfume to seal the deal."
Trudy followed him to the counter where a lovely young woman was waiting to help them. Suddenly, the overpowering sweetness of a thousand different scents assaulted her, but she smiled up at Ronald anyway, her love for him far outweighing any doubts she might have.
Within an hour, Trudy had a scent created exclusively for her. As they left the store with a brand-new crystal decanter of what Ronald had named "A Midsummer Night's Dream," he turned to her. "You can reorder this for as long as you want. It'll be your trademark."
"I've never had my very own perfume before," Trudy said, the scent of delicate roses mixed with sweet jasmine all around her. "This was very thoughtful."
Ronald closed her car door, then came around to get inside. "One more surprise left."
"I don't think I can take much more," Trudy said, laughing. "I want be able to come down to earth when we go back to school."
"Maybe you won't have to," he said, his eyes twinkling.
Trudy didn't dare ask what was next. If she'd learned one thing this week, it was that Ronald Blanchard was a powerful man. He could move mountains, make good things happen. Make bad things disappear. His power frightened her, even while it attracted her. She supposed she'd better get used to it.
"After this stop, we'll go to the Coastal Inn for lunch," Ronald said. "I want you to see that place." He gave her another mysterious smile.
"Okay. Sounds lovely."
He pulled up to a dress shop. Trudy looked at the beautiful clothes displayed in the window. "Ronald, you can't buy me anything else."
"Just one more thing, darling," he said, his hand taking hers. "Your wedding dress."
"What?" Her heart beat accelerated. "But…we haven't even set a date. We have to wait until you graduate."
"No, we don't," he said. "Why wait? We'll be at school together the rest of the year. We can find a nice apartment near the campus. Then when I graduate, we'll move back here."
"But what about me? I have to finish school somehow."
"You can take classes closer to Stoneley. There are some great colleges within driving distance."
"But I purposely came across the country from California because I got a scholarship. I'm majoring in European Literature."
"And we have a full library at Blanchard Manor—anything you'll need in the way of research."
Trudy looked at the picture-perfect display in the window. "I've never thought about school. I knew you'd graduate soon, but I never stopped to think about my own education."
"If we get married, you can still get an education. Unless you decide otherwise."
Trudy weighed the pros and cons. What did it matter where she went to school, just as long as she finished? "I guess that could work."
"Of course it can." He patted the leather encased steering wheel. "My family has connections everywhere. We'll get you in one of the best school nearby, don't worry."
But Trudy was worried. What if they were rushing into this marriage without thinking things through? As much as she wanted to be Ronald's wife, she had to think about the consequences of acting too brashly. "I don't know—"
"I want to marry you," Ronald said, his heart in his eyes. "I want to marry you on New Year's Eve. When we go back to school, we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Blanchard. Then I can finish out the year knowing that you're mine, completely."
Shocked, Trudy could only stare over at him. What should she do now?
"This is so exciting." Winnie clapped her hands together, her gaze wistful. "I wish I could have eloped with Tate, but then he was already engaged and he took my father's hush money, rather than stay and fight for me."
Trudy's heart went out to Winnie, but she was too keyed up to offer much sympathy. Staring at her reflection in the standing mirror, she said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. My parents are going to be so disappointed."
"Not to mention my father," Winnie retorted. "Don't be surprised if he tries to have the marriage annulled."
Trudy ran her hands down the delicate lace of her dress. It was very Victorian and dainty. Not really an official wedding dress, but lovely just the same. Frowning, she turned to face Winnie. "Do you think he'd do that?"
"In a heartbeat," Winnie said. "But…knowing my brother the way I do, I don't think Ronald will let that happen. He's determined to make you his wife."
Trudy pushed away the fear clouding her mind. All week long, Ronald had been so attentive. He was her knight in shining armor. He'd saved her family by paying off a tremendous debt. He'd showered her with gifts to prove his love for her. And now, he wanted to marry her. She'd never felt so pampered and treasured. It didn't matter how or when they got married, just as long as they were together. She'd prayed to God to help her, to give her the courage to be the best wife possible. "I'll be a married woman come the new year, Winnie."
Winnie sank down on her bed, her fringed poncho flowing out around her. "I don't know how I'll be able to cope until next spring when Ronald brings you home for good."
Trudy grabbed Winnie's hands. "I'm so glad I'll have you here to keep me company. Maybe you can enroll in some classes with me at the local college."
Winnie made a face. "You're going back to school?"
"Well, of course. I want to get my degree."
Winnie got up to help Trudy unbutton the high-necked dress. "Have you discussed this with my brother?"
"Yes, and he assured me I could finish school."
Winnie snorted, then bobbed her head. "Well…if he promised."
"What are you saying?" Trudy turned as the lacy dress fluttered to the floor. "Winnie?"
Winnie shrugged, then put the dress back on its satin hanger. "Ronald has always said he wouldn't want his wife to work. He wants to start a family right away."
Trudy tugged on her robe and sat down on a velvet-encased vanity stool. "We've talked about that, too. But school is different from working." She'd had dreams of maybe teaching or working in the arts, but Trudy had decided she could do that when her children were older. She'd never been strongly into the women's lib movement, although she certainly appreciated the cause. "I've just always imagined marriage as equal. That my husband and I would discuss any decisions and work out compromises. I want to be a good wife and mother, but I also want to pursue my own interests. I think that's the only way to have a strong marriage."
Winnie rolled over and stared at the sailboat mobile floating in the corner of the tall ceiling. "You're right. You can have it all if you want. Ronald isn't so selfish that he wouldn't allow you to do your own thing."
"Of course he's not." Trudy fell down beside her. "Ronald is very open-minded. That's one of the things I love about him."
"He sure loves you," Winnie replied through a sigh. "You make him happy."
Trudy grinned. "I'm getting married tomorrow. The last day of the year."
"And a happy new year as my brother's wife."
Trudy twirled the sash of her chenille robe. "I wish my family could be here."
"Maybe you can visit them during spring break. They could give you a reception out in California."
"That's a good idea." Trudy thought about how her parents would react. But now that Ronald had helped save their business, they shouldn't be too angry at him. She'd promised she wouldn't call them about the wedding until after the new year. Ronald didn't want her upset before the wedding.
Pushing up off the bed, she wrapped her arms around her knees and let out a contented sigh. "It's all going to be all right, isn't it, Winnie?"
Winnie sat up, her arm going around Trudy's shoulder. "Of course it's going to be all right. God will take care of the details. He's already answered one of my prayers. He's brought you to us."
Trudy hugged Winnie close. "We are blessed." She hoped God would continue to bless her as she began her life with Ronald.
The phone rang and Winnie hurried to pick it up. "It's for you," she told Trudy.
Trudy took the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, it's Mom."
"Mom, is everything okay?"
"Oh, yes, everything is wonderful, darling. Our worries are over."
"Why is that?" Trudy asked, careful of Winnie nearby.
"You know why, Trudy. We own the business free and clear now. Isn't that amazing?"
"It sure is," Trudy said, relaxing. "I'm so glad."
"Ronald was quite persuasive. Genie goes on and on about how wealthy he is. She thinks he did this just to win us over."
"He's a good man, Mom. He loves me." She stopped short of telling her mother they were about to get married.
"Well, I should think so. We hope to pay him back, of course."
"Just enjoy this." After talking a while longer, she hung up with a smile. "I almost let it slip about the wedding."
Winnie didn't seem curious. She was busy searching the closet for her own dress. She would be a witness to the nuptials.
Twenty four hours later, Trudy woke up in her husband's arms. They were at the Coastal Inn in a beautiful honeymoon suite. "We have to go back to school tomorrow," she whispered to Ronald.
He kissed her hair. "I could stay here with you forever."
"Me, too. My parents are safe, and I'm Mrs. Ronald Blanchard."
Ronald kissed her again. "You will always be safe with me, Trudy. You do believe that, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, happiness clouding over her qualms. "I just wish we'd told your father."
"It was the only way," Ronald said. "He would have managed to stop us. We did the right thing."
"When are we going to break the news to him?"
Ronald sat up, pulling her with him onto the crisp white pillows. "I think it would be best to wait until after I graduate. He won't be able to do anything then. I'll bring you home as my wife and…he'll just have to accept that."
"He and I were getting along better. Maybe waiting will help."
Ronald looked down at the heavy comforter at the foot of the bed. "I think he was trying to get through the holidays. I have no doubt that he's still not happy with me."
"Because of me?"
Pulling the blanket around her lacy gown, Ronald nodded. "No, with me. That's why I wanted us to get married right away. Now he can't hurt us."
An icy warning shot through her body, in spite of the warm blanket. Would Howard Blanchard accept her into the family with open arms? Or would he be livid that they hadn't told him the truth? Thinking she had a few months to spend with Ronald back at school before they had to confront his father, she snuggled close. "What if someone here says something?"
Ronald chuckled. "I don't think anyone will do that. This place is known for being discreet. We're married and we're happy. Besides, my father will be too busy with work now that the holidays are over to listen to gossip."
Trudy smiled up at him. "You think of everything."
Ronald's gaze held hers. "I was only thinking of one thing—how much I wanted to marry you. And soon, I plan to take you to Milan for a real honeymoon."
Trudy held tight, contentment coloring her world with hope and a joyful bliss. "I can't wait to start our family, to begin our life together."
As she sat there with her husband, Trudy counted her blessings. She'd just married the man of her dreams. She planned on being a good wife. She wanted to become a part of the Blanchard legacy. And she wanted to pass that legacy on to her children.
"Look outside," Ronald said, draping his arms around her.
The snow, a brilliant pristine white, glistened with possibilities.
"It's beautiful. A perfect start to our new life."
Ronald held her in his embrace. "We'll always be together."
"Yes, we will," Trudy said. Somehow, she knew that even with troubles down the road, she would always find her way back home to Ronald.
No matter what.
To be continued…
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