Chapter 12
Beth
Each evening of my first week at Raven Hall, when Markus arrived home after work he asked me how my day had been and how I was settling in. By Thursday, I was able to give him a genuinely unforced answer.
“It’s been a brilliant day, thanks. I really love it here.”
He beamed, before hurrying away as usual, to check on his other projects.
There was always a ditch that needed clearing out, or a broken piece of guttering that needed mending, or on this occasion some old gazebos that needed to be retrieved from the stable block before Leonora followed through with her threat to hire a grand new one for their upcoming party.
Leonora grew more tense as the week wore on.
She carried around guest lists and food lists, and I heard her several times chasing up the caterers on the phone.
Nina and I spent our days outside, exploring routes around the lake, swimming with Jonas, or rowing halfway across to the island, shelving the oars and stretching out in the sunshine with a good book each and a picnic for when our stomachs began to rumble.
But that Thursday evening, after Markus had gone off to look for the gazebos, Leonora told Nina to go and tidy her bedroom, and then she asked me whether I’d mind doing her a favor.
“Of course,” I said. “What is it?”
“There’s a dress in your wardrobe. I wondered if you’d try it on for me. I want to see if it fits you.”
I hesitated. The dress had looked rather restrictive and uncomfortable, and I was perfectly content in my shorts and T-shirt; I didn’t enjoy dressing up.
On the other hand, Leonora had been nothing but kind to me, and my new life at Raven Hall had so far been one carefree day after another. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.
“Okay,” I said.
“Come down and show me when you’ve got it on.”
I hurried upstairs and lifted the blue checked dress down from its hanging rail.
My prediction was right—when I pulled it on, it felt tight and scratchy, and I no longer felt like Beth Soames at all.
There was a big cheval mirror in the corner of the room, and I examined my reflection morosely.
It wouldn’t be easy to scramble into and out of the rowing boat wearing something like this; I felt sorry for the olden-day girls who had to wear such things all the time.
But I did as Leonora had requested, and I went down to the drawing room to show her.
“Ah, Beth.” She set aside her party list as if she’d forgotten she was waiting for me, but I wasn’t fooled—her bright eyes scrutinized me intensely, and there was a twitchiness in her movements.
She walked in a circle around me, tweaking at the fabric, and then she lifted a lock of my hair, which was tangled from swimming in the lake that afternoon.
“Here,” she said. “Come and sit down. Let me brush your hair.”
Warily, I sank onto a chair in front of the black marble fireplace.
A fine mist coated my cheek as she sprayed something over my head.
But as soon as she began to pull the brush through the tangles, I felt my muscles relaxing, and the smoother the brush’s strokes became, the more soothed I felt.
I closed my eyes and inhaled her rose-scented perfume, and the pleasant chemical fragrance of the spray, and the background lavender-and-polish smell of Raven Hall.
The sensation on my scalp took me back to a time when my mother used to brush my hair each morning before school.
Sometimes she’d braid it into two long pigtails, and I’d skip all the way to my primary school, enjoying their thump-thump on my shoulders as I bounced.
My brother, Ricky, used to walk tall in his high school uniform beside me, and he’d laugh at my enthusiasm and call me Skippy.
I could have sat there and let Leonora brush my hair forever; I didn’t want her to stop.
“Now,” Leonora said finally. “Let’s see. Shall we plait it?” I nodded, my eyes suddenly stinging.
Deftly, she divided my hair into two sides and wove a pair of plaits, producing blue ribbons from her pocket to tie at the ends. When she was finished, she stepped back, and it was only then that I noticed Markus hovering in the doorway. Leonora’s voice was rather sharp.
“What do you think?”
She was looking at him, not at me. I kept quiet as Markus took a couple of steps into the room.
“Yes,” he said. “That’ll do.”
Then he spun on his heel and was gone.
Leonora turned away from me and picked up her party list. “That’s fine, Beth. You can change back into your own clothes now.”
I felt I’d missed something. I was strangely bereft, as if a spotlight of maternal attention had been trained on me for the last ten minutes, then abruptly turned off. I watched her for couple of seconds, but she didn’t lift her gaze from her list.
“Okay, then.” I hurried back upstairs, dragged the stiff dress over my head, and slid back into my own comfortable clothes before I glanced in the mirror again.
The plaits looked all wrong. My reflection gave me a shiver of unease.
I tugged off the ribbons and unraveled Leonora’s careful weaving until I had restored my loose blond mane.
I flung the dress into the bottom of the wardrobe and went off to find Nina.
* * *
There was no mention of the dress the next morning, but when I returned to my bedroom after swimming in the afternoon, something made me want another look at it.
I creaked the wardrobe doors open and saw that the dress was no longer in a crumpled heap at the bottom: it was back on the hanger in the same place it had been when I first saw it.
I banged the doors shut and held my hands against them for a moment.
Then I rubbed the goose bumps from my skin, and I went off to look for Nina.
Up in Nina’s turret bedroom, we peered at the activity on the back lawn.
A team of men in white tunics was assembling a huge gazebo—Leonora had got her own way, after all.
Others were arranging garden furniture into companionable circles on the lawn.
Leonora and Markus strolled hand in hand, observing the workers, and I studied the dress Leonora wore—a pretty, knee-length pale green summer dress.
Nothing like the thing she’d made me try on last night. She looked elegant and relaxed.
I sighed and turned away from the window. “Do you have parties here a lot?”
“Nah.” Nina was restless, and I sensed she wouldn’t be happy to stay up here for much longer.
She, too, turned her back on the window.
“My grandparents used to throw parties here all the time, but my parents only do it once every couple of years, when Dad thinks he needs to butter up his clients. He says it brings the work in.”
“Oh.” I chewed my lip. I wanted to ask more, but I didn’t know which grandparents she meant, and since her grandfather seemed to be a touchy subject, it struck me as best not to mention any of them.
“They sent out invites for this one ages ago,” Nina continued, “but I think Mum regretted it afterward.”
“She does seem a bit stressed.” I frowned.
“Wait. Are we supposed to dress up for this?” I was thinking of Leonora’s intense gaze as she tweaked at the sleeves of the blue checked dress and straightened my plaits.
Maybe she didn’t approve of the clothes I’d brought with me, or perhaps it was my wild hair she didn’t like—it was months since I’d last had a haircut or been bought anything new to wear.
I glanced at Nina. Her T-shirt was an expensive brand, her shorts less faded than mine, but the differences weren’t that great, surely?
I opened my mouth to ask her why her mum had wanted me to try on the blue dress, but again I hesitated.
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Nina said. “We’re not invited—we’ll have to stay out of the way.” She picked up a book, then put it down. “God, I’m so bored, and there’s no time to swim again and get dry before dinner. Let’s go downstairs.”
We clattered down the spiral staircase and then down the next flight to the wood-paneled hall. From there, we could see into the kitchen, and through the open French doors to the workers on the lawn. Leonora and Markus were now sitting at one of the garden tables, pouring themselves drinks.
“I know,” Nina said. “I’ll show you my dad’s study. He’s got some amazing collections.”
She pushed open a door I hadn’t yet seen behind and took me into a large square room, screened from the bright sunlight outside by a slatted blind.
A green-topped desk, as long as a bed, stood over by the window.
It held a neat stack of paperwork, a pot of pencils, and one large spread-out diagram of a garden.
“Why doesn’t your mum work in here?” I asked, thinking of the cluttered laundry room that Leonora used.
Nina shrugged. “She’s never liked this room.”
“Are you sure we’re allowed in?”
“Of course.” But she spoke softly, and she pushed the door gently closed behind us.
The wall opposite the door was made up entirely of bookshelves, from floor to ceiling.
But only half the shelves held books; the rest were stuffed with all sorts of treasures: enormous glossy shells and bulbous pieces of pottery; a stuffed bird on a branch, and a brightly painted globe; a wooden bowl on three legs and a log carved into the shape of a drum.
Two of the other walls were lined with mismatched cupboards and cabinets, and these, too, boasted collections of objects.
The room felt more like a museum than an office.
“Here,” Nina said, “I’ll show you . . .” She strolled in a loop around the room. “These are shells from the Philippines. And coral Dad collected when he was diving. These are pearls.”
“They’re amazing.”
“There’s a cello in there.” She patted a black instrument case leaning against one of the cabinets. “And these are fossils—that’s an ammonite, and a trilobite, I think. What do you like best?”
I was tempted to say the cello, but I forced my gaze to move on around the room.
“Those orange spiky shells,” I said. “They remind me of hedgehogs.”
Nina’s grin was delighted. “They’re my favorite too.” With great care, she picked one up. It filled her cupped palms, and she showed me how its top and bottom halves were hinged at the back.
I moved my head to examine it from different angles, keeping my hands clasped behind my back. “I love it.”
A sudden noise outside the door made us both jump—footsteps were passing, accompanied by the chinking of glasses.
Nina hurried to set the shell back down. “The caterers are here.” And just like that, the tour of the room was over. “Come on. Let’s see if there’re any goodies in the fridge. We can sample them to make sure they’re okay for the party tomorrow.”