Chapter Four

The next morning after breakfast, Natalie had changed into her

new church dress in her bedroom. Since the hem was a little too

long, the maid was currently tucking the hem in for her. The maid

was an older woman, probably in her early forties, and, in addition

to tidying up around the house, she had gotten Natalie ready that

morning. She’d not only helped Natalie into the dress, but she’d

fixed her hair and fastened the small buttons on her boots. Never

in her life had Natalie felt so pampered. She was almost

embarrassed to have the maid do so much for her.

Mark came into the bedroom and sat at the

vanity. “I see I was a bit off on your height. I had to estimate

your measurements.”

“You did a surprisingly good job in your

estimates,” Natalie replied from where she stood on the stool. “The

dress fits perfectly otherwise.”

He smiled, seeming pleased by her comment. “I

try to be good about details. It’s served me well so far in

business.”

“I’m sure the fact that you’re a nice person

has something to do with how good you are at business, too.”

He offered a nonchalant shrug. “I try to do

the right thing whenever I can.”

She hid her amusement as the maid scooted

around to hem another part of her dress. The thing was a beautiful

blue color, and the fabric was soft to the touch. Back home, she

could only have fantasized about being in something like this. It

seemed like a dress fit for a princess.

There was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Mark told the maid as he stood

up. He crossed the room to the door and opened it.

Natalie saw the butler, and she thought she

heard something about Tony wanting to talk to Mark.

Mark said something in reply then closed the

door and went over to Natalie. “My brother wishes to have a word

with me.” He took her hand and kissed it. “I’ll miss you while I’m

gone.”

She giggled at his playfulness. “I’ll miss

you, too.”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and left

the room, shutting the door behind him.

The maid chuckled. “I didn’t think I’d ever

see that boy fall in love. He had so many young women stopping by

to talk to him, but he never cared for any of them.”

“Really?” Natalie asked, though she really

shouldn’t be surprised. She could understand why women were

attracted to him. He was charming, kind, and good looking. He had

all of the traits any woman would want in a husband.

“Most were after his money. Now, I know he’s

attractive and he certainly has a way with winning people over, but

it’s his money that appealed to most of them. He was smart enough

to figure that out, which is good. Not all men are that

intelligent.” The maid looked up at her and smiled. “He did well in

choosing you, Mrs. Larson. You’re one of the sweetest women I’ve

ever met.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Durham.”

“You should call me Carol. I’m the maid,

after all.”

“But you called me Mrs. Larson, and you’re

older than me. Shouldn’t I show you respect?”

“You’re very kind, but you’re the mistress of

this house. You can refer to me by my first name. I must refer to

you as Mrs. Larson. That’s the order of things.”

“Oh, alright.” Since this was the way things

were done, then she would do well to abide by them.

Carol finished hemming the last part of the

dress and stood up. “I think that’ll do it. Why don’t you come on

down and take a spin? Let me see if everything’s right.”

Natalie got down from the stool and did as

Carol wished.

“Perfect!” Carol collected her sewing

supplies. “You’re ready for church. I just know you’ll be the

prettiest woman there.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“Oh, but I mean it. You’re a very pretty

woman. Mark knew what he was doing when he chose you.”

Natalie’s face warmed in pleasure. She

thanked Carol and then left the bedroom. She went down the hall and

then bounded down the stairs, eager to say hello to Tony and ask

how he and Velma were doing.

But as she reached the formal parlor, she

realized Tony wasn’t happy. In fact, he sounded upset. Her steps

slowed as she reached the door.

Mark was sitting on the couch, his back to

her, while he bit into a pastry. Tony, however, was standing, his

face red with anger, clenching his hat in his right hand.

Tony scowled at him. “You will go to any

lengths to claim you’re innocent. You’re turning this all around so

that I sound like a madman.”

“Tony,” Mark began, his tone calm, “you need

to listen to reason instead of running with your emotions. You’re

only seeing what’s on the surface. You’re not taking the time to

see things as they really are.”

“If you are so certain of your view of

things, then why did you bolt out of the church as quickly as you

did?” Tony asked. “Why didn’t you stay around and explain yourself?

Why didn’t you tell the family why you made Velma think she was

marrying you?”

Natalie gasped. Had she heard right? Had Mark

really done such a thing?

The two brothers turned in her direction.

Mark’s eyes grew wide, and he hurried to put the pastry and the cup

down before rushing over to her, a flicker of worry on his

face.

“It’s not the way it sounds,” Mark told

her.

“You didn’t tell Natalie?” Tony asked.

Mark glanced at Tony, a warning in his gaze,

and she knew at once that he didn’t want her to find out about

their conversation. “I’ll go out to your place and explain

everything,” he told Tony. Then he offered her a smile that did

little to hide the panic in his eyes. “It’s nothing, sweetheart.

Just a personal argument my brother and I have to work out. Why

don’t you go to the carriage? I’ll be there in a moment.” He took

her arm and practically dragged her to the front door.

“Yes,” Tony called out after them, “go on to

the carriage while Mark explains why he made Velma believe she was

marrying him.”

Had Mark really done that? Natalie dug her

heels into the rug and jerked her arm away from him. Heart pounding

in her ears, she headed back into the parlor, hoping it wasn’t the

way it sounded, though, deep down, she knew it was. It was like the

time she’d watched her brother cut off the head of a chicken. She

hadn’t wanted to look, but something compelled her to. And now she

had to find out that her husband had lied to her about Velma

agreeing to marry Tony.

“The entire church was in an uproar about the

whole thing,” Tony told her as she reached him. “I’m surprised no

one came over to tell you.”

“Well, your father came over, but he spoke

with Mark in private,” Natalie replied. “I assumed he wanted to

wish us good luck.”

“My father wasn’t any more pleased about

Mark’s deception than the rest of us were, but I can understand why

Mark gave you that story. Otherwise, this puts him in an awkward

situation.”

Now that she thought about it, Mark hadn’t

told her why his father had stopped by. He had managed to avoid the

subject by talking about couples who chose not to share bedrooms.

At the time, she didn’t think anything of it, but now she suspected

he’d changed the conversation in order to make her forget about his

father’s visit.

Mark hurried over to them. “This isn’t a big

deal. Velma wanted to marry Tony.”

“No, she didn’t,” Natalie told Mark. “We were

arguing over which one of us would marry you. But on Friday when

you proposed to me, you said that since you wanted to marry me, she

agreed to marry Tony.”

Mark held his hand up. “No. I said that my

brother wanted to marry Velma, and when I talked to her, she agreed

to a wedding. I never told her she would be marrying me.”

“He let her think it,” Tony added. “Which is

lying.”

“Lying isn’t the right word,” Mark said.

“I disagree,” Natalie interrupted, frowning

at Mark. “It’s exactly the right word for what you did. She thought

she was going to marry you, and you made her think that. I thought

it was strange that she wasn’t upset with me. We’ve been arguing

over who would marry you for the past month. I should have known

something was wrong when she seemed to readily accept it.”

And maybe if she hadn’t been so excited to

marry Mark, she would have.

Tony rolled his eyes then directed his gaze

to Natalie. “Well, now you know the truth.” He marched to the front

door and plopped his hat on his head. “Congratulations, Mark. You

ruined things for everyone around you. I hope you’re happy.”

The butler rushed to open the door for him.

He jerked as if he hadn’t expected the butler to do that. Without

another word, he stormed out of the house.

Mark waited until the butler shut the door

before he turned his attention back to Natalie, a contrite smile on

his face. “I only did what I needed to. I love you, and you love

me. We should be together.”

“But Velma didn’t want to marry Tony. She

wanted to marry you.”

“She thinks she wanted to marry me, but she

didn’t.”

“Yes, she did. We argued about this for

weeks.”

“I’m not saying you two didn’t argue about

it, but I understand people, even when they don’t understand

themselves. She didn’t want me. She only wanted my money.”

“That’s no excuse for making her think you

were going to marry her.”

“I know it’s not, but I did what I had to

do,” he replied.

Natalie shook her head and marched around

him. “I’m too upset to talk to you right now.”

“What? Why?” he asked as he followed her.

She spun around to face him, and he stopped

just before he ran into her. Placing her hands on her hips, she

said, “If you’re so good at figuring people out, then you know the

answer to that question.” She pointed at him. “I don’t want you

following me. I have to see Velma, and I don’t want you with me

when I do. You’ve made enough of a mess already. I don’t need you

to make things worse.”

She turned away from him and proceeded up the

stairs to her bedroom, relieved when he didn’t pursue her. Without

calling on the maid to help her, she wiggled out of her new dress

and put on one of her old dresses. The last thing she wanted to do

was show up at Velma’s with a new dress on. Velma was upset

already. She didn’t need to feel like Natalie was rubbing her

marriage in Velma’s face.

Once she was ready, she found the butler and

asked him if she could ride a horse. The butler insisted she have

the coachman take her in a carriage instead, saying that “Mr.

Larson” would want his wife to be comfortable during the ride out

of town. Despite her annoyance that the butler was determined to do

things Mark’s way, she consented to taking the carriage.

As she waited at the front door, Mark left

the formal parlor and went over to her. “You’re not leaving me, are

you?”

She glared at him. “I made my vows for better

and worse, so no, I’m not leaving. I’ll be back after I talk to

Velma.” Noting the way he relaxed, she added, “When I made those

vows, I didn’t realize worse was going to come so soon.”

“Natalie, sweetheart, I really was only doing

what I thought was best.”

He put his hand on the small of her back, and

though she wished it wasn’t so, her skin warmed at his touch. She

gritted her teeth. It was just her luck that she got weak whenever

he was around.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he continued. “I

promise.”

“There’s nothing you can do to make it up to

me. You should be making it up to your brother and Velma.”

“I was helping them yesterday,” he insisted.

“In time, they’ll realize that.”

“They didn’t want your help yesterday. Tony

was angry with you just now. Don’t you understand that?”

“Of course, I do. But there’s nothing I can

do about that except stay out of his and Velma’s way. Look,

everything will be fine. They’ll work through this.”

The carriage pulled up to the front of the

house.

“I’m going out there alone,” she told

Mark.

“Can I kiss you good-bye?” he asked with a

smile that was probably meant to soften her up.

But she was in no mood for it. The last thing

she wanted to do was kiss him. He was lucky she didn’t whack him on

the head for all the trouble he caused. Who knew if Velma was going

to even talk to her today?

Without a word, she marched out of the house

and ran down the steps.

“I hope you have a good visit,” Mark called

out.

She didn’t know if he said that for the

coachman’s benefit or if he thought she was going to forget this

whole thing by the time she returned, but she chose not to answer

him. The coachman opened the carriage door, and she got in. After

the coachman shut the door, she peeked out the window and saw Mark,

who was still standing in the doorway. Mark waved at her.

Did he really not understand how serious this

situation was? Did he think making a woman believe she was marrying

the wrong twin was a minor transgression? She sat back in the seat

and turned from the window. She didn’t know what she was going to

do about him. But before she could even think that far, she had to

work things out with Velma. At the very least, she had to let Velma

know that she didn’t realize Mark had lied to her.

The carriage moved forward, and Natalie began

to think of what she’d say when she got to Velma’s home.

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