"Damn right you wouldn't," said Adrienne. Robert looked at her and then at Adrienne with something like shock. The long white wedding gown made her look very fragile, like a delicate porcelain figure standing alone on a shelf. She was sixteen years old and very pretty, with hints of a more mature beauty to come. She jumped up the moment they entered, then stood quietly with eyes modestly downcast. And there, among the antiques like a single flower in a garden of weeds, sat Letitia Shreck, his bride-to-be. They passed through the outskirts of the crowd, followed all the way by scandalized whispers, and then through a side door that led into a quiet sitting room decorated with antiques of considerable age and complete hideousness. It seemed like the safest thing to do, if he ever wanted his hand back. anything you want to ask me before the ceremony? I mean, I am a married man."Īnd she took him by the hand in a viselike grip and led him off through the crowd. It's not entirely his fault that he's about as much use as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
He means well, but he should have been dropped on his head as a baby. William flinched visibly, and was still trying to find the right words with which to introduce Adrienne when she stepped forward, brushing him aside and smiled at Robert. Robert and William Campbell looked up to see standing before them Adrienne Campbell, large as life and twice as loud. "Then go and get yourself a bloody drink, and don't come back till you've drunk it" "And who better than you?" murmured Finlay. "Gerald," said William, "go get Robert a drink."
Sometimes I think we're getting a little too inbred. You'd be surprised how many people forget that. Remember you have to lift the veil first, though. Just say the words, kiss the bride, and it'll be all over before you know it. "You've been through the rehearsals," said William reassuringly. The Campbell himself had been heard to say, only partly in jest, that the best thing to do with Gerald would be to make a gift of him to a Family they were really mad at. Gerald was tall, blond and handsome, and a complete bloody disaster no matter what he did, and everyone knew it but him. The Family had been trying to find a place for him all his life, with absolutely no success. Too dumb to be entrusted with the important stuff, but too senior to be just ignored. Gerald, on the other hand, was the Family mistake. He didn't think he was ready to deal with one of Valentine's little somethings. Valentine had offered to slip him a little something, but he'd declined. He felt very much he could have used a stiff drink or several, but William wouldn't let him. His dresser had assured him he looked both dignified and fashionable, but he wasn't sure of either. He pulled at his frock coat to straighten it and fiddled with his cravat. He had the look of a small animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Robert smiled politely, and just a little desperately.
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The only advice I could really use is how to get out of this."
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Everyone's been very free with their advice. "A lot of people have already talked to me about that. If it's any help, I felt much the same before my wedding, and I've been happy enough. Anyway, whatever else we may be, we're Campbells first.
Or do they taste it? I've never been sure. If we didn't, where would we be? In complete bloody chaos, and all the other Families would charge in like sharks scenting blood in the water. The Campbell sets the rules, and we have to follow them. "Did you want to say something, William? No? I didn't think so. Adrienne rounded on him, and he fell back a step.
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