Misleading Engagement. Marjorie Lewty

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      He made a furious noise in his throat. ‘This is ridiculous. I shall see the vicar and have your car removed.’

      ‘You do that,’ she said. ‘Tell him Miss Anne Grey has parked her car in a place you don’t approve of. I’m sure he’ll help you. He is most courteous,’ she added pointedly.

      She picked up her holdall and stalked away from him towards the church gates. She held her head high, but as she hurried up the side-aisle she was annoyed to find that her knees were shaking and she glanced over her shoulder in case he was behind her.

      As she reached the place between the pillar of the chancel arch and the back row of the choir stalls and put down her holdall, she told herself that she mustn’t let that abominable man get under her skin. She should be proud of herself. He had been extremely rude and she had stood up to him ... but there had been something in that hard dark face which had sent a tremor of fear to the pit of her stomach.

      She peeped round the pillar and saw that he had come into the church and was talking to the vicar beside the vestry door. She could hear the rumble of the deep voice and the vicar’s soft-spoken replies but couldn’t make out a word. After a time the best man nodded and seemed to be thanking the vicar before he turned and walked out of the church.

      Anne breathed more easily. That was that and she must put the rather horrid little episode right out of her mind. She would need all her concentration when the wedding began.

      She spared a few moments to look round the church again with deep pleasure, enjoying the scent of the flowers which filled every corner and the way the sun cast coloured patches on the rows of pews as it shone through the big south window. A heavenly place for a wedding, she thought as she started on her work.

      The next half-hour was spent in setting up the tripod and camera and checking that she would get the best shots of the bride and groom from here as they took their vows. Yes, she decided at last, it would be perfect. She needed particularly to focus on the bride’s face when she made her responses. Next there was the off-camera mike to be installed where it would pick up the words of the service, as close as possible to the spot where the vicar would stand but without being obtrusive. This was always a headache, but at last it was done and the wires taped to the floor carefully.

      The church bells had been chiming for some time, and she glanced at her watch. The guests would be arriving soon. Unhitching the camera from its tripod, she carried it out to the front of the church where a crowd was already collecting on both sides of the path to the entrance. Of course everyone in the neighbourhood would be there to see the squire’s daughter arriving for her wedding.

      There was also a TV team from the local station. She knew the cameraman, Bob Riley, from her college days, and exchanged a few words with him. He was decent enough to make sure she had a good place beside him to film the guests arriving and the bride with her father.

      ‘How’s business, Anne?’ enquired Bob. ‘I’m going freelance shortly. I’m tired of the local stuff—I want to branch out a bit. Roger French is coming in with me as producer-director, and we’ll probably pick up a few more of the guys and gals’ He chuckled. ‘Wish me luck. Oh, here’s the first contingent. Off we go, Anne.’

      He lifted his camera to his eye and Anne, after removing her glasses and sticking them into her pocket, followed suit. She couldn’t cope with the glasses while she had her eye glued to the camera.

      Twenty minutes later Anne’s arms were aching, but the arrival of the elegant guests had duly been recorded. The bride’s mother arrived next, with an older woman, and a minute or two later the six little bridesmaids, pink-cheeked and cherubic in frilly voile dresses of hyacinth-blue, were decanted from three cars and shepherded by mothers and aunts into the porch, to a chorus of, ‘Ah! Aren’t they sweet?’ from the crowd.

      One of the six was taller than the rest. She was, no doubt, the chief bridesmaid. It would be the best man’s job to look after her, and Anne hoped for the little girl’s sake that he could smile as well as scowl.

      There was a lull in the proceedings now as they waited for the bride and her father. Anne balanced her camera on her shoulder and shook her tired arms one by one. Then, only about five minutes late, a beribboned Rolls-Royce glided up to the gate and the bride was helped out carefully by her father. More murmurs of admiration came from the crowd, and a ripple of applause.

      Anne, concentrating on getting the best angles, could see only that Elizabeth Brent was a dream in cream satin and lace as she walked slowly up the path on her father’s arm.

      With a hasty goodbye to Bob, who wouldn’t be working inside the church, Anne hurried round to the south door and back to her station beside the pillar, avoiding the porch where the procession would be forming.

      Fixing the camera back on its tripod and checking that the monitor screen was properly connected to the camera, she was able to draw a deep breath and prepare herself for the next stage of the service. The bells had ceased and the organist was playing a Bach prelude. The bridegroom had taken his place at the chancel steps, the best man standing beside him, and Anne focused on them to check her position.

      The profile of the best man came into view and she couldn’t resist zooming in on it for a moment. In the zoom lens his profile looked serious but no longer grim. She gave him full marks for that. If he hadn’t made the effort to look cheerful to back up his friend on this nervy occasion he wouldn’t have been human.

      Suddenly, to her horror, he turned his head. She saw him full-face now, and it was as if they were staring into each other’s eyes from only inches apart. She felt again that odd jolt in her stomach. It wasn’t really like that, of course; he couldn’t see her face, several yards away and hidden behind the camera. He had probably heard a sound from somewhere behind her and had moved his head to see where it had come from.

      It was only a couple of seconds before she turned the camera away, retracting the zoom lens, but in those seconds she had registered every single detail of the hard, handsome face—the dark hair, curling slightly at the temples, the furrows in the wide brow, the long, curving lashes over night-dark eyes, the small lines round the long, sensitive mouth, even the pores of his skin where he had shaved earlier. She saw something else in that momentary Cash—he was not angry or bad-tempered. He was deeply unhappy.

      The realisation was a shock. Anne’s hands were trembling as they gripped the handle of the tripod. Pull yourself together, you idiot, she told herself. You’re supposed to be a professional, and professionals don’t allow their minds to wander.

      The bride’s mother came alone up the aisle and quietly slipped into the second pew, then the choir of boys and girls filed in, followed by the vicar, who, after a short pause before the altar, took his place beneath the chancel arch. The bridegroom and best man were standing before him to one side. The organ music faded away into silence and a hush of expectation fell over the congregation.

      The solemnity of the moment got through to Anne, and her hands were damp as they adjusted the camera. Then the first notes of the ‘Bridal March’ sounded and the bridal procession appeared from the porch and began the slow walk up the aisle, the bride on her father’s arm, followed by her bridesmaids. From then on it was total concentration for Anne. Not a moment of the service must be lost.

      She worked with confidence, missing nothing, through the singing of the hymns, the prayers, the address by the vicar, the exchanging of rings, and the move to the vestry to catch the signing of the register. She dashed back again to change the cassette before she made her way down the church to be in place when the couple came down the aisle together. Hastily she СКАЧАТЬ