Chapter Twelve #3

other guests are doing. But before I do,” she turned to Natalie, “I

meant to ask both of you if you’d like to get together at Margie’s

in a few days. I told her I’d help her plan the social engagement.

She’ll send out official invitations, of course, but she wanted to

get an idea of how many women will be able to come.”

“I don’t have anything to do on Wednesday or

Thursday,” Annabelle said.

“Excellent.” Katherine looked at Natalie.

“And you?”

Though Natalie wanted to decline the

invitation altogether, she knew she had a responsibility to Mark.

If it was anyone but him, she would say no, but Margie was married

to Mark’s new client. Which meant she had to say yes.

“I’m free on the same days Annabelle is,”

Natalie forced out, glad she didn’t choke on those words.

“Good. I’ll tell Margie,” Katherine said.

Annabelle waited until Katherine went back to

the ballroom before she sat next to Natalie. “Mark thought you

might like some company out here.”

So that was what Mark had told Annabelle in

order to get her away from Kenneth. “It is nice to breathe in the

fresh air,” Natalie said, opting to say something that was honest.

While Mark hadn’t exactly lied to Annabelle, it wasn’t the full

truth, either. “And I do enjoy your company.”

“I enjoy your company, too,” Annabelle

replied. “It’s hard to find someone like you.”

“It is?”

Annabelle nodded. “The women in our social

group are nice enough, but they’re too concerned with appearances.

Everything is about making themselves and the men in their lives

look good. I don’t mind that, but I think they are putting on a

charade most of the time. With you, what I see is what I get.

You’re kind and sincere. You don’t put on a big show to make

yourself look good. You really are good.”

“Thank you.” That was one of the nicest

things Natalie had heard in a long time, besides what Mark had told

her. It was nice to hear these things from a woman.

“To be honest, I’m glad you’ll be at Margie’s

with me.”

“Do you like going to dinner parties and

social engagements?” Natalie asked.

“Long ago, I learned to be content with

whatever I’m doing,” Annabelle replied. “My family wasn’t always

doing this. I was young when we started doing this kind of thing,

but I have some recollection of what life was like before then. As

my father’s business grew, the wealthier men took an interest in

him. I know I’m biased, but I think my father designs the best

houses and businesses in Omaha. It’s easy to see why he has so much

work that he’d had to turn down some offers over the years.”

Natalie’s eyes widened. “He’s that

successful?”

She nodded. “Mark’s pretty good, too. His

tastes are a little different from our father’s. Each person has

their own way of doing things. Even if someone imitates what my

father and Mark do, I can still tell which ones my father and Mark

did. There are little things that make them different.”

Since Natalie didn’t pay much attention to

such details, she would have to take Annabelle’s word for it. She

wondered if she should mention Kenneth. Now would be a good time to

do so, but did she know Annabelle well enough to pry into her

personal life?

“What do you think of all the social

engagements and dinner parties?” Annabelle asked, breaking her out

of her thoughts.

“They’re overwhelming,” Natalie admitted.

“There are so many little rules I need to learn, like how to hold a

teacup or how to dance.”

“It is overwhelming when you’re new to

it.”

“Were you overwhelmed, too?”

“I was. It took me a year before I felt

comfortable. Don’t worry. You’ll learn everything. Just be patient

with yourself.”

Natalie hoped so. She’d hate to think that

she’d always be inadequate among the people in Mark’s social

circle.

“But you haven’t met enough people,” Natalie

heard Mark say.

She and Annabelle turned in time to see Mark

trailing right behind Kenneth as he left the ballroom. Annabelle

stood up, and Natalie followed suit.

“I met people enough for one evening,”

Kenneth said. Turning his attention to Annabelle, he smiled. “I

missed you.”

Mark rolled his eyes. Fortunately, neither

Annabelle nor Kenneth noticed it.

“I missed you, too,” Annabelle replied. She

glanced at Natalie. “I was getting better acquainted with

Natalie.”

“You should let Annabelle keep talking to

Natalie,” Mark told Kenneth. “They’re obviously getting along well.

Why not let them talk for a few more minutes?”

“I think they’ve been talking long enough.”

Kenneth turned to Annabelle and extended his arm to her. “Remember

that favorite musical piece you mentioned? I talked the orchestra

conductor into playing it next.”

Annabelle gasped. “You did?”

He nodded. “You don’t want to miss dancing to

it, do you?”

Annabelle shook her head then told Natalie,

“I’ll see you at Margie’s this week.” Then she accepted Kenneth’s

arm and hurried into the ballroom.

With a groan, Mark collapsed on the

bench.

Natalie sat beside him. “I take it that

things didn’t go the way you planned?”

“No, they didn’t. This is why I resort to

lying. Doing things the honest way doesn’t always work.”

“That’s not true. I believe honesty can

work.”

Mark shook his head. “Honesty might work for

some people, but it doesn’t work for everyone.” He sighed. “I give

up for tonight. Would you like to go home?”

“Can we leave when everyone else is still

here?”

“A couple of people have already left. We

aren’t leaving too early.”

Relieved, she got to her feet. “I’m ready to

go.”

He stood up, slipped his arm around hers and,

thankfully, escorted her home.

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