An Unforgettable Lady (An Unforgettable Lady #1)(36)

"I find that comment and your attitude most ungracious."

Grace took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Mummy. But I know I can be what the Foundation needs and I want a chance to prove it. You going behind my back to Bainbridge is not helping me accomplish my goals." As her mother stared hard at her, she played her only strong card. "Besides, do you really want someone other than a Hall running the Foundation?"

That got through to Carolina. Slowly, the thaw came.

"You and your father were always alike. Once he got it into his head he was going to do something, nothing could sway him. I still believe, however, your focus should be on Ranulf and the family you will have with him. That's how I was with your father and look at how successful our marriage was. Don't you want that kind of accomplishment?"

As if marriage was a game to be won, a playing field on which to triumph over others.

All things being equal, Grace thought, she'd rather have a good partnership than something worthy of a social trophy.

She made an effort to change the subject. "Mummy, did you know we're going to do a tribute to Father at the Gala this year?"

"Ah, lovely. You know, your father started the tradition of the Gala."

"I know." Grace kept most of the exhaustion out of her voice.

"It was in 1962 that he first came up with the idea. We had the first one in our own home..."

When their plates were cleared, the waiter asked if they would like dessert.

"None for us," her mother answered. "Just coffee. Black."

Grace was wishing they could have skipped the coffee when her mother said, "You don't look well."

"I don't?" She picked up her water glass again and rationed what she drank. She wanted to save the last inch or so in case her mother dropped another bomb and got her choking again.

"No. And you've seemed very distracted tonight. You haven't been sleeping, have you?"

"I've been busy."

"Do you grieve for your father?"

The words were so quiet, Grace almost didn't hear them. She looked up in surprise.

"Yes, I do. I miss him tremendously."

The coffee came with the check. Carolina carefully drew her signature on the bottom followed by WH 1. She lingered with the pen in her hand, staring down at the slip of paper. Her eyes drifted upward, coming to rest on the candle that burned on the table between them.

"You and he were always so close. You worshiped him. I can remember, when you were a little girl, I found you in his closet once. He'd been gone for a week or two on business. You'd gotten into his clothes, had put yourself into one of his suits. You had a necktie around your neck that almost reached the ground. You must have been five or six."

Grace smiled sadly. "I remember that. You were furious because I wasn't allowed in your bedrooms."

"Was I? I don't recall. What I remember was your explanation. You told me that because he was gone, you needed to do his job for him, but you didn't have anything suitable to wear. It was really quite charming."

Her mother's eyes misted over, the smallest of changes, easily missed. Grace reached across the table for her mother's hand. She was surprised when they remained linked for a few moments.

"You always looked up to him," her mother murmured. "Your faith was enviable."

Grace frowned. Enviable? What an odd way to put it, she thought. Especially coming from her mother, who had made it her life's work to support the man.

Carolina pulled back, put the pen down, and lifted her coffee cup to her mouth. She blinked in quick succession a number of times.

"Do you miss him?" Grace asked quietly.

"Of course. I lived with the man for forty-six years. One gets used to having them around. How is your coffee? Mine is a little cool."

Grace sighed. She never drank caffeine late at night and had no intention of trying whatever had been placed before her.

"Mine is fine," she murmured.

"Which reminds me," her mother said. "We're closing up Willings late this year because of your father's death. I want you to come to Newport for Columbus Day weekend."

"Alright."

"You and Ranulf will come together." Her mother's eyes sharpened over the rim of her cup.



Grace stiffened.

She should just get the announcement over with, she thought. She wasn't going to change her mind about the divorce and time wasn't going to alter her mother's reaction.

"Mummy, I need to talk to you about something."

A familiar male voice interrupted her. "Mrs. Hall, how are you?”

"Jackson Walker!" Her mother exclaimed, accepting a kiss on her cheek. "I was hoping you would come over. How are you?"

"I'm well." Jack smiled and his regal face looked less austere.

"How is Blair?"

"Perfect in every way."

Grace heard her mother laugh and let the conversation fade away. She looked over at Smith. He was drinking coffee while his eyes were fixed in her direction.

"Did you hear that, Grace? "

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Jack and Blair will come over Columbus Day weekend, as well."

"That's wonderful."