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“Yes. Mom’s become friendly with her.”
“How typical. She’s trying to cultivate your mother! Does it make things awkward? Where are they in East Hampton?”
“Cecil got him to rent Cissinghurst.”
“Cecil? How do they know each other?”
“It’s a long story…”
“Oh dear God. Has George been stalking you? Is that why he came to East Hampton?”
“It’s nothing like that, Charlotte,” Lucie said, exasperated.
“Does Cecil know about you and George?”
“Of course not.”
“Oh, Lucie, my poor Lucie. How mortifying for you! I hope it doesn’t bring back too many awful memories. Remember, you were just a teenager then! You were so young and impressionable, and swept up by your first summer romance with an exotic foreigner!”
Lucie shook her head in frustration, annoyed at Charlotte’s overreaction. At the same time, a tide of shame suddenly came seeping into her mind.
“You should have told me he had resurfaced! I could have helped.”
“Charlotte, don’t start with all that again. Capri is ancient history. I’m about to be happily married and George couldn’t care less about me. He’s got this Swedish model girlfriend with blond hair like an Afghan hound’s and legs that go up to her throat.”
“Really?” Charlotte paused. “But what would happen if—”
Lucie stood up abruptly. “Charlotte, I don’t want to hear it. I want my lobster. Coming or not?”
*1 Named after Enzo Ferrari’s late son, Alfredo “Dino,” the 2.0-liter, V-6-powered mid-engine open-top sports car was designed by the great Pininfarina, with original, unmolested specimens going for upward of $400,000.
*2 No baby Zalaa Jinst white goats were harmed in the making of this novel. Cecil’s sweater was actually made from adult goats that grow long, fine fibers in the winter to protect themselves, and herders hand comb the fibers from the goats since shearing them can be too stressful for the animals. An average-sized Zalaa Jinst cashmere sweater requires the wool from approximately four adult goats.
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Cissinghurst
EAST HAMPTON
The chef was presenting a pair of glistening roasted Peking ducks to everyone at the table just as Cecil arrived for Rosemary’s dinner party. He came bearing a case of Dugat-Py Mazis-Chambertin Burgundy for Rosemary and a profusion of flow
ers.
“I’m sorry I was in such a foul mood this morning.” Cecil smiled sheepishly as he presented Marian and Charlotte with enormous bouquets.
“What beautiful peonies!” Marian remarked.
“And that’s not all,” Cecil said, as he whipped out two boxes of chocolate truffles and handed one each to Marian and Charlotte.
“Ooh! Truffles from Maison du Chocolat! My favorite! You’re absolutely forgiven, Cecil,” Marian exclaimed, as Freddie leaned over and swiped a truffle with stealth speed and popped it into his mouth.
“Thank you, Cecil. I’m not even sure what we’re forgiving you for,” Charlotte gushed, as she began to think of whom she could regift the expensive chocolates to.
“What happened this morning?” Auden whispered to Freddie.
“Cecil was just being Cecil,” Freddie whispered back, his front teeth all brown from the chocolate.
“Darling, could you come with me for a moment?” Cecil asked Lucie.
