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He entered her building, an old house now subdivided. There was a threadbare red carpet on the stairs and a smell of spicy cooking. He let himself into the apartment with his own key.
The place was empty.
That was odd. Where would she go without him?
With fear in his heart, he opened the closet. The pink satin ball dress hung there on its own. Her other clothes were gone.
"No!" he said aloud. How could this happen?
On the rickety pine table was an envelope. He picked it up and saw his name on the front in Jacky's neat, schoolgirl handwriting. A feeling of dread came over him.
He tore open the envelope with shaky hands and read the short message.
My darling Greg,
The last three weeks have been the happiest time of my entire life.
I knew in my heart that we couldn't ever get married but it was nice to pretend.
You are a lovely boy and will grow into a fine man, if you don't take after your father too much.
Had Lev found out that Jacky was living here, and somehow made her leave? He would not do that--would he?
Good-bye and don't forget me.
Your Gift,
Jacky
Greg crumpled the paper and wept.
ix
"You look wonderful," Eva Rothmann said to Daisy Peshkov. "If I was a boy I'd fall in love with you in a minute."
Daisy smiled. Eva was already a little bit in love with her. And Daisy did look wonderful, in an ice-blue silk organdy ball gown that deepened the blue of her eyes. The skirt of the dress had a frilled hem that was ankle length in front but rose playfully to midcalf behind, giving a tantalizing glimpse of Daisy's legs in sheer stockings.
She wore a sapphire necklace of her mother's. "Your father bought me that, back in the days when he was still occasionally nice to me," Olga said. "But hurry up, Daisy, you're making us all late."
Olga was wearing matronly navy blue, and Eva was in red, which suited her dark coloring.
Daisy walked down the stairs on a cloud of happiness.
They stepped out of the house. Henry, the gardener, doubling as chauffeur tonight, opened the doors of the shiny old black Stutz.
This was Daisy's big night. Tonight Charlie Farquharson would formally propose to her. He would offer her a diamond ring that was a family heirloom--she had seen and approved it, and it had been altered to fit her. She would accept his proposal, and then they would announce their engagement to everyone at the ball.
She got into the car feeling like Cinderella.
Only Eva had expressed doubts. "I thought you'd go for someone who was more of a match for you," she had said.
"You mean a man who won't let me boss him around," Daisy had replied.
"No, but someone more like you, good-looking and charming and sexy."
This was unusually sharp for Eva: it implied that Charlie was homely and charmless and unglamorous. Daisy had been taken aback, and did not know how to reply.
Her mother had saved her. Olga had said: "I married a man who was good-looking and charming and sexy, and he made me utterly miserable."
