Christmas At Pemberley: And the Bride Wore Prada. Katie Oliver

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      ‘I wouldn’t say no to a sausage roll and a cup of Builders,’ Dom muttered.

      The main hall was enormous, with a sweeping staircase and a minstrel’s gallery overlooking the entranceway. An ancient carpet in faded shades of green and blue and red silenced their footsteps as they came inside. Overhead, a chandelier glimmered like a magnificent, jewelled bauble.

      ‘Ooh, what a gorgeous chandelier,’ Gemma breathed, awed.

      Rhys glanced up, then back at Natalie. His eyes narrowed. ‘It ought to be. It cost £11,000. Plus shipping.’

      Natalie blushed. ‘I’ll never hear the end of that, will I?’ She cast Rhys a reproving look and went to link her arm through Wren’s and glanced round in awe. ‘How on earth do you manage a place this size?’ Nat asked, curious. ‘It’s simply...enormous!’

      ‘Oh, we’ve a full staff,’ Wren explained as she and Tarquin led them into an elegantly appointed drawing room. ‘Draemar employs thirty-nine people.’

      ‘Thirty-eight,’ Tarquin corrected her. ‘One of the kitchen maids was sacked this morning.’

      ‘Not Lucy, I hope?’

      ‘No. It was the new girl. Betty, I think.’

      ‘Shit, this place is a regular Downtown Abbey,’ Dom observed, impressed despite himself. Draemar Castle made his own estate in Inverness look like a bloody Wendy house.

      A fire blazed in the great black throat of the massive fireplace as they entered the drawing room, and sofas and chairs were arranged in small groups throughout the room. A serving cart set out with an assortment of Scotch whisky stood under one of the tall, multi-paned windows.

      After inviting them to sit down and pouring them each a generous measure of the amber liquid, Tarquin rang for refreshments and settled himself on a sofa next to his wife. ‘I’ve arranged for smoked salmon and sandwiches. Will that suffice, do you think?’ he asked anxiously. ‘Or would you all prefer something a bit more substantial?’

      ‘That sounds perfect,’ Natalie assured him from the depths of a massive wing chair. ‘With cheddar, and that lovely brown granary bread...?’

      Wren smiled. ‘Of course! You can’t have a decent Scottish meal without it.’

      ‘Where are your father and mother, Tark?’ Natalie asked. ‘Will they be joining us?’

      ‘Alas, no. They’ve gone to the Greek islands for the holidays. Said they’d had enough of cold, snowy weather and wanted to spend Christmas slathered in sun cream, drinking ouzo.’

      ‘I can’t say I blame them.’

      ‘That’s why we invited you and Rhys to spend Christmas here with us. And Dominic and Gemma, now, of course.’ He slid his arm around Wren’s shoulders. ‘It gets a bit lonely rattling around this old place when it’s just the two of us.’

      ‘I can imagine,’ Nat agreed. ‘I could get lost for days just trying to find the loo.’

      Tarquin laughed. ‘You only need to tug on the nearest bell-pull,’ he advised, ‘and someone will come along to fetch you back to civilization.’

      ‘How many rooms in this place?’ Dominic asked, glancing around in curiosity.

      ‘About 150, at last count, and twenty or so bedrooms.’

      ‘And have they all been christened?’

      Tarquin looked at him blankly. ‘Christened?’

      ‘Yeah, you know,’ Dominic said, and raised his brow suggestively. ‘Christened.’

      He reddened. ‘Oh. Erm...I’m sure I don’t know.’

      Gemma rolled her eyes. ‘Really, Dom! What a stupid question. Is sex all you ever think about?’

      ‘Are weddings all you ever think about?’ he shot back.

      ‘Wren,’ Natalie said quickly, ‘have you and Tark any plans to start a family? You always said you wanted lots of children.’

      She shrugged, and a flash of sadness crossed her face. ‘We’ve been trying for two years, Nat, but so far, no luck.’

      ‘Oh, it’ll happen,’ Natalie assured her. ‘All in good time, that’s what they say.’

      ‘That’s what Dominic says,’ Gemma said, and cast the rock star a dark look. ‘Isn’t it, Dom?’

      ‘I told you, babes, we’ll have whatever kind of wedding you want. Just don’t drag me into it until it’s time to say ‘I do.’’

      ‘Oh, are you getting married?’ Wren said, and leant forward. ‘How exciting!’

      ‘That’s a matter of opinion,’ Rhys muttered.

      ‘Yes, in Northton Grange,’ Gemma replied. ‘Dom has a place there. We want to have a nice, quiet wedding in secret.’

      ‘Yeah,’ Dominic said, and snorted. ‘A ‘nice, quiet wedding’ with twelve bridesmaids, six groomsmen in kilts, a horse-drawn sleigh, and 500 of our closest friends.’

      “And a Prada wedding gown,” Gemma added, her expression smug. “I found the perfect dress online.”

      “Prada?” Natalie breathed. “Ooh, you have to let me see it, please!”

      “I want to see it, too,” Wren said. “May I?”

      As the three women clustered around Gemma’s mobile phone and bowed their heads to worship at the altar of Prada, Rhys turned to Tarquin. ‘So tell me, Laird Campbell,’ he ventured, ‘how does one celebrate Christmas in a Scottish castle? Do you roast an entire pig in that enormous fireplace? Fell a sixty-foot tree and drape it in swathes of tartan?’

      Tarquin laughed. ‘Nothing so grandiose as that. We eat a lot and drink too much whisky and take long walks on the heath with the dogs afterwards to burn it all off.’

      ‘Just like we do at home,’ Natalie said.

      ‘Exactly.’ He glanced over at Rhys curiously. ‘I thought you were born here. Have you never spent a Christmas in Scotland?’

      ‘A few, when I was a kid.’ He cast a glance around the vast drawing room. ‘But I didn’t exactly grow up in a castle.’

      ‘Where did you grow up?’ Wren asked as she resumed her seat. ‘If you don’t mind my asking,’ she hastened to add.

      ‘Edinburgh, in a tower block in Wester Hailes.’ He drained his glass. ‘It was difficult, but Mum did her best. I made up my mind to get out of there just as soon as I could.’

      ‘Well, I must say ‒ you’ve done very well for yourself in the interim,’ Tark observed. ‘Well done, you. More whisky, gentlemen?’ he offered, and at their nods, leant forward to pour Rhys and Dominic each another generous measure.

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