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ОглавлениеCHAPTER TWO
THE farther west they flew the more emotional she became. She was home. Really home. She loved Paris with all its wonderful buildings, its bridges, the trees, the restaurants, galleries, museums, the fashion houses, the effortlessly chic women, the charming men, the whole atmosphere that made Paris the most beautiful and evocative city on earth, but this was something else again. Unique.
This was Australia, the great island continent of eight million square kilometres with vast areas of precious wilderness changed little in thousands of years. Here in a land separated for so long from the rest of a war-torn world, peace, freedom and a wonderful sense of the wide-open spaces were inherent in the landscape, in the people. They had passed over sheep country. Now they were heading into the southwest, the fabled home of the cattle kings, descendants of the pioneering fathers, hugely brave and enterprising men who had left their safe, settled homes in the British Isles to make their own fortunes and found their own dynasties.
Like the Beresfords.
It wasn’t until after the first World War, in which he had served, that her own great-grandfather took up his huge section. The Beresfords had arrived some sixty years before, every last one of them, despite family tragedies, with the Midas touch. It was the Beresfords who had diversified early, shoring up wealth against the hard times on the land. Where others had gone under despite the fact Australia was the biggest beef exporter in the world, the Beresfords had managed to ride out the storms. Toni knew their portfolio of interests was large. They also did a lucrative trade in polo ponies as the sport gained huge popularity.
Byrne’s voice brought her out of her reverie. “How’s it going?” he asked, aware of the intensity of her feelings.
She turned her head toward him, her eyes a deep hyacinth. “I love it all so much, the wilderness.”
“It’s where you were born. It’s where you come from. Didn’t you ever find even Paris just that bit claustrophobic?”
“On occasions, yes,” she admitted. “The noise used to get to me. But the thing I really missed was the smell of the bush, that characteristic scent from all the oils in the leaves and the stems of the eucalypts. I even burned a pile of eucalypt leaves once so I could inhale the fragrance of home.”
He glanced at her. “Hard to believe then you’re going back to Europe.”
“Zoe is expecting me. She relies on me for lots of things.” She looked at her linked hands.
“What is she, a child?”
The answer to that was yes. “What is there for me here?” she countered. “I may have a half share in Nowra, but I can’t live there. Cate will be mistress of Nowra.”
“Which puts you in an unfair position,” he commented. “The station wouldn’t be returning all that much at this time. You’ve never approached Kerry for your share?”
“Good-Lord, no. Nowra is Kerry’s life. He loves it with a passion. How could I possibly ask him to sell out our heritage?”
“He couldn’t do it now,” Byrne warned. “But it could be done.”
“Despite your earlier offer, I can’t accept any help from you, Byrne,” she said swiftly.
“You could have softened that a little.”
“You don’t pull any punches.”
“Perhaps not. But what I meant was, and this could be discussed with Kerry, he could take out a loan.”
“And you’d be guarantor?”
“It’s an idea.”
“Certainly. It’s also quite possible you want me out of Nowra altogether.”
He swung his handsome head. “Hang on, now,” he said crisply. “I was thinking of you.”
She thought about it a moment, reasoned it could be true. “Then I apologise. But the issue has to be faced. Nowra will be Kerry’s and Cate’s home. They’ll have an heir who will want to continue the family tradition. The fact I own half of Nowra complicates matters.”
“It does a little,” he conceded.
“So it’s just as I thought.”
“Have it your own way, Toni. You will. I can see it in your eyes.”
There was a brisk crosswind blowing when they touched down at Nowra. Despite that, they made a textbook landing. Kerry was waiting for them outside the silver hangar, waving at them, looking so utterly dear, Toni burst into tears.
“So you’ve missed him more than you think?” Byrne murmured, touched by her lovely tear-tracked face.
“Of course I have.” Her voice was shaky as she fought to level it. “This is my brother. My dearest friend.”
He saw it in her eyes.
As soon as her feet touched the ground Kerry was there, throwing out his arms, swinging her off her feet and hugging her tight. “Toni, Toni, it’s so good to see you.” He held her away from him. “You’ve grown even more beautiful.”
“So have you,” she said, and laughed shakily. “You’re so much like Dad. It’s wonderful to be home. To see you at long last. I’ve missed you terribly.”
“Then that makes two of us, poppet.” He used his childhood name for her, holding her around the waist while he turned to Byrne. “Thanks so much, Byrne, for bringing Toni home. I’m very grateful.”
Byrne shrugged it off. “It’s been a pleasure. I enjoyed it.”
Toni turned a radiant face to him, catching a long windblown skein of hair. “You’ll stay and have a cup of coffee, won’t you, Byrne?”
“I’d like to,” he said lightly, surprising himself by gently brushing the skein from her damp cheeks, “but I have a client flying in this afternoon. He wants to pick out a couple of polo ponies.”
“Well, he’s dealing with the best,” Kerry affirmed. “Everything set for the weekend?” He glanced from one to the other.
“Sure.” Byrne was relaxed. “I’ve spoken to Toni. There should be about twenty people in all, excluding family, which means you two. Nothing Toni can’t handle. She’s amazingly poised and chic.”
“She looks like one of those super models. The blonde,” Kerry said with a grin, his eyes moving over his sister’s slender figure. She was wearing a summery pink shirt and hipster pink jeans with a very fancy belt, and she looked terrific. “And she’s gone and got herself an accent. I don’t know how that’s going to go down with the locals.”
“A few weeks home and it’ll flatten out,” Toni promised. “I’ll call your mother to thank her, Byrne.”
He nodded, inclined his dark head. “She’ll be pleased.”
Toni wasn’t remotely fooled by that. Sonia Beresford had never approved of Zoe. Indeed, she had on several occasions yielded to the temptation to say so. Toni was uncomfortably aware most people believed she had followed in her mother’s footsteps. A case of blurred identity. Unfair, but a fact. She had her whole life in front of her. She intended to make a success of it, not leave a lot of damaged people in her wake.
. They had afternoon tea on the wide, cool veranda that looked out on the infinite rolling plains. Station horses grazed in a home paddock, a brilliant sun flashed off distant windmills, and a wedge-tail eagle soared buoyantly over the house, its great wings outstretched. It was almost like she had never been away. Nowra homestead wasn’t a grand colonial mansion like the Beresfords’ Castle Hill, but it was a very agreeable house indeed, with an English formality in the layout of the rooms. Two-storeyed, it was built of local stone bleached a lovely soft cream from the sun. The shutters on the top storey, the French doors on the veranda, the wooden bracketing valances and the railings were painted a pristine white. It was charming, the long three-mile drive lined with wonderful towering gums. The interior, however, was desperately in need of refurbishing. For all her skills at twisting their father around her little finger, Zoe had never been able to do much to change the decoration, essentially unchanged from their great-grandfather’s day. The heaviness, the dimness and the massive pieces of Victorian furniture remained. Toni would have dearly loved to do the refurbishing herself. She had come to realise she had a fine hand with decorating, but that was out of the question. Although she had an equal share in Nowra Station, it would be Cate’s home, and Cate would be a great deal more successful in effecting alterations than Zoe had been. Moreover, Cate came with a huge dowry, a definite asset if one wanted to transform what by today’s standards was a very large house.
What exactly is mine? Toni wondered, mulling over her conversation with Byrne. The station was only breaking even. There was little ready cash. Unlike Cate, she wasn’t an heiress, though her share of Nowra if she sold out would make her secure.
“You look so serious, poppet. What are you thinking about?” Kerry folded his hands behind his head.
Toni smiled, her face soft with affection. “I’m thinking it feels like I’ve never been away.”
He glanced across the garden, stripped back to low maintenance. “Why did you never come home, Toni?” he asked, old suffering in his eyes. “I’ve asked myself that question every day. I missed you so much. It was terrible without Dad. He needn’t have died. Septicemia. God! I told him about that gash, but he didn’t seem to think it was serious. Byrne got him into hospital. Flew him there himself, but Dad’s resistance was low—” He broke off, distressed. A tall, handsome young man, an all-over golden brown—hair, eyes, skin.
“Don’t, Kerry,” she begged. “I know how it was.”
“You can’t, Toni. You weren’t here.”
“For which I’ll always mourn. I was a victim of circumstance. So was Zoe. We never wanted the terrible mix-ups to happen.”
“Then why did she drop the name Streeton, for God’s sake?” he asked.
Toni closed her eyes, trying to contain an unwarranted sense of guilt. “It was all meant to be, Kerry.” She sighed fatalistically. “Zoe had started a new life. She’s into playacting. You know that. When the police finally worked out exactly who she was and where, it was all too late. She was shocked out of her mind. Overcome by remorse. She couldn’t even get her courage up to tell me for days. The funeral was over. She reasoned there was nothing we could do.”
“God!” Kerry rose abruptly and went to the balustrade, staring into infinity. “Isn’t that typical Zoe. She never could make the right decision.”
“She tries hard to, Kerry, but she never learned how.”
“You should have come home.”
“I’m so sorry,” Toni answered quietly.
“There’s more to this, isn’t there?” He turned to confront her. “You’re always protecting Zoe. You did when you were only a little girl and someone said something about her. She doesn’t deserve all this devotion, Toni.”
“Yes, she does.” Toni felt her eyes sting with tears. “She’s my mother. She’s a child. She’ll never be finished with growing up. For a time she went off the deep end. She was distraught. It was almost as though she had killed Dad herself.”
“Well, didn’t she?” Kerry nearly choked with tears.
“She didn’t understand that, Kerry, when she walked out on him.”
“Us.”
“I know it’s hard. Zoe didn’t love any of us in the way we wanted. It’s a fact of life, and it has to be accepted. On the other hand, she can’t bear to be on her own. She told me she’d kill herself if I went off and left her.”
Kerry stared at her, looking incredulous. “Zoe wouldn’t kill herself for anything. Unless she lost her looks or her money. Our money. She bled Dad dry. Fancy getting paid for adultery.”
Toni went pale at his deep core of anger.
“Did you believe she was serious?” Kerry asked.
“It wasn’t any suicide trial, Kerry. She landed herself in the hospital. A couple more pills would have swung it.”
For moments he didn’t answer. Then with a haunted look, Kerry crossed to his sister, went down on his haunches, held her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Defending Zoe is a habit,” she said simply. “It was a side of Zoe I didn’t want you to know about. She’s like a snappy little sports car without a brake. I was the brake.”
“That I believe.” Kerry’s voice was thin and strained. “It would have upset me, too. I hope I don’t have a child like that. It must be in our genes.”
“I pray Zoe is a one-off,” Toni answered soberly. “I know I attract a lot of flack because of her. From your prospective brother-in-law, for one.”
“Byrne?” Kerry’s eyebrows shot up. “I wouldn’t think Byrne would want to hurt you or give you a bad time. He’s not like that.”
“He doesn’t think much of Zoe,” she said wryly.
“No one thinks much of Zoe, poppet, and that’s a sad fact. I was so worried she’d try to change you. Turn you into some frivolous doll. I remember how she always wanted to dress you like one, and you hated it. When you didn’t come back, we all thought she’d won you over. You were only a kid when you left.”
“I grew up quick.” Toni looked back on the years with a kind of disbelief.
“Is she really coming home for the wedding or was that a lot of hot air?” Kerry asked.
“In as much as anyone can count on Zoe, the answer’s yes.”
“You haven’t fallen in love yet?”
“One mildly passionate affair.”
“So what happened?”
“He got too possessive. I don’t like that. Besides, I’m not ready to settle down for a long, long time. When I marry I want it to be forever. Like you and Cate. I’m so thrilled for you, Kerry. It must be wonderful to meet that one special person who makes up your other half.”
“That’s the way it’s always been with us,” Kerry said, a deep contentment in his voice. “I’ve always loved Cate. Even when we were kids. She feels the same way about me. We’ve always been sure of our feelings.”
“Lucky you.” Toni felt a lump in her throat. “And it’s going to be a great big wedding.”
“The wedding of the year.” He smiled. “It’s not every day a Beresford marries.”
“And a Streeton. Don’t let’s forget that,” she said briskly.
“You’re going to make a gorgeous bridesmaid.” Kerry spoke with pride. “In fact, you’re going to put Andrea Benton’s nose out of joint.”
“Why’s that?” Toni felt uneasy.
“Don’t you know?”
“Nope.”
“She’s got her sights set on. Byrne.” Kerry put his cup down and leaned forward confidentially.
“Really? She’s a brave woman, indeed, to set her sights so high.”
“Mad about him,” Kerry told her, nodding owlishly.
“I thought every woman around was mad about him.”
“True, but then Byrne has very exacting standards.”
“Of course. I’m not that stupid I forgot.”
“Had quite a crush on him one time, didn’t you?” Kerry teased.
“You speak one word about it and I’ll kill you,” Toni threatened, spoiling it with a sweet, easy smile.
“My lips are sealed,” Kerry said in a cheery voice. “I wish you’d stay, Toni.”
Toni hesitated, shook her head. “Impossible, kiddo. Two’s company, three’s a crowd.”
“I need you,” he said quietly. “I love Catherine, but I need my sister, too. My own blood.”
“Understandable.” She felt warmed. “We don’t really have anyone, do we? The Beresfords have a whole army of relatives.”
“Which reminds me. Joel’s quite mad to see you again.”
“Good Lord, why?” Toni was disconcerted.
“You can’t be serious?” Kerry stared at her, trying not to laugh. Toni never did have any vanity about her looks. Neither did their mother, for that matter.
“Indeed I am. Joel was only a kid when I left. We always got on, but there was no great rapport, like you and Cate.”
“The thing is, you’re all grown up now. So’s he.”
“This has nothing to do with matchmaking, has it?” she challenged him, astonished.
Kerry thought. “Something has to keep you home,” he said finally.
Toni looked at her brother directly, holding his eyes. “I’m not ready for marriage, Kerry. Much less to a Beresford.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I wouldn’t care to have to dance to Byrne’s tune,” she said, with a slight flush. “He has a lot of power and influence over his entire family.”
“So? He’s the best guy in the world, Toni. I know he can be pretty formidable at times. Believe me, he has to be, but you couldn’t ask for a better friend and supporter.
Toni shook her head ruefully. “You haven’t had to ask him for money, have you? I know times have been tough.”
Kerry sighed. “Mostly he gives advice. I have Jock, Drew and the boys to help me. They’re good cattlemen, and they’ve been with us forever, but they don’t have Byrne’s experience or business expertise.”
“So he did loan you money?”
“He’s helped out, yes.”
“To the tune of what?”
“A hundred thousand or so,” Kerry said, as casually as he could. “A drop in the ocean, really. He’ll get it back. Unlike us, the Beresfords don’t rely solely on the beef chain. They’re into everything. Byrne’s positively brilliant when it comes to making money. He’s way ahead of the field.”
“I daresay, and it’s not at all unusual. They seem to pass the talent along, but it puts us under an obligation to him, doesn’t it?”
“Toni, you heard him yourself. We’re family.”
“You’re family. I’m not. I’ve been given the role of outsider. I suppose, as you’re getting married, we should talk about our affairs,” she said simply.
“You don’t want me to pay you out, do you, Toni?” Kerry looked worried. “I understand the funny position you’re in, but right now it’s out of the question.”
“No, that’s not it at all.” Toni shook her head. “But I’m thinking the Beresfords have a way of taking over. Byrne has already touched on the subject.”
“In what way?” The look of anxiety remained in Kerry’s eyes.
“Maybe you’d prefer to discuss it with him yourself. He suggested it, as a matter of fact.”
“No. You tell me.”
Toni studied her brother’s face. “He was thinking it might be possible for you to get a loan.”
Kerry reacted swiftly. “Not the kind of money you’re entitled to. Not unless I had—”
“A guarantor?”
“Aha!” Kerry looked at his strong hands.
“Byrne would want his sister to be sole mistress of Nowra. You do see that?”
Kerry shifted in his chair. “Cate’s never said anything.”
“I imagine she has plans to refurbish the house,” Toni said reasonably.
“I’m not marrying her for her money.” Kerry brushed back his thick curly hair.
“Good Lord, you don’t have to tell me that. I’m only saying that Cate is a very confident person. She’s coming from a very secure place. She’ll want to run her own home.”
“I do know she wants to make certain changes,” Kerry admitted.
“That’s okay by me. It could only be for the better. I know you like familiar things around you, Kerry—you’re a lot like Dad—but the house will be lovely lightened up. I never did go along with all the Victoriana. Neither did Zoe.”
“She couldn’t change Dad there,” Kerry said almost with satisfaction.
“I hope you’re not thinking of putting a brake on Cate,” Toni warned.
“She wouldn’t let me.” He looked at her and grinned. “I make no bones about it. Cate’s the boss.”
Which was probably true, Toni thought. Cate was a strong, positive individual who liked to take charge.-It was part of her attraction for Kerry. As he turned away from his mother, he reached out for a strong female figure. One who valued hard work, loyalty, love- Cate was a mother figure in a disguised form. Even as a girl she had been a very capable person, springing instantly to Kerry’s defense on any occasion even if he was only mildly under attack. There were four years between her and her brother. She and Cate had never been close, but there had never been the slightest friction between them. Cate had asked her to be her chief bridesmaid, but Toni had the feeling Sonia Beresford wouldn’t have wanted to go along with that idea. Probably not Byrne, either. He had all but told her her defection to Zoe had reduced her standing in everyone’s eyes.
Byrne picked them up in the Castle Hill helicopter at nine-thirty sharp Saturday morning. Kerry was all smiles at the prospect of spending the weekend with his beloved, but Toni, despite her varied and sometimes downright distressing experiences over the past years, felt a flutter of nerves. Arriving at Castle Hill wasn’t exactly like flying into the lion’s den, but she couldn’t help feeling she’d be under the microscope. A polo match, a final between amateur teams from all over the Outback, was due to start at three.
“Two matches even,” Kerry told her, a proud member of Byrne’s team, which comprised the two Beresford brothers, Kerry and Sandy Donaldson, a big-shot player from Emu Downs, a sheep and cattle property in Central Queensland.
“It’ll be a great game, Toni,” Kerry promised. “Plenty of drama with Byrne on the field.”
“Just so long as you don’t come a cropper.” Byrne gave him a lazy smile. “You have to walk down the aisle in a month’s time.”
“I know how to hold my own.” Kerry grinned. “You’re the player. Hell, you won our first match at a canter.”
“The supreme man’s man!” Toni widened her eyes in mock admiration.
Once they were airborne, Toni saw the infinite blue sky without a single speck of cloud stretched from horizon to horizon. She felt her heart racing as she looked. Castle Hill was the flagship of the Beresford chain. It had been built up and enlarged with steely determination from generation to generation, its history a larger-than-life saga that really needed recording. It was full of high drama, of danger and tragedy, of drought and flood and one terrible fire in the early 1920s when an entire wing of the homestead had been destroyed and a Beresford son had lost his life. The station took its name from a monolithic sandstone hill that towered behind the homestead and that resembled an ancient ruined castle. There were many of these extraordinary castle-like formations scattered throughout the Outback, but Castle Hill, or Korrunda Koorun, as the aborigines called it, was one of the most spectacular. Over the years Toni had seen it in all its manifestations. Glowing fiercely against the cobalt sky, larkspur at dawn and at dusk, impossible to describe at sunset when it flashed gold and rose, ominous when the great electrical storms blew and it glinted silver, lurid green and black. The aborigines looked on Korrunda Koorun as a sacred site, spirit-haunted, not fantasy but closely associated with many a scary tale family and staff kept locked away in their hearts. Usually Castle Hill was benign, a truly wonderful natural feature to be admired, but all of them had felt its occasional menace.
Today it looked spectacular, standing like a great fortress with the homestead at its feet. Byrne landed them on the front lawn of the grand colonial set so incongruously in a million wild acres, but for all the grandness of the mansion, it was the unique setting that filled the visitor with the greatest shock of excitement.
“That’s not your hand trembling, is it?” Byrne asked as he helped her descend onto the ground.
“Don’t tease.” Nervous, she forced herself to speak lightly.
“What are you afraid of?” His vibrant voice was surprisingly gentle.
“You might eat me for dinner.”
“I’d be more interested in kissing you.”
That brought her head up. She stared at him, finding lights flickering in his brilliant eyes. “Don’t endanger yourself doing it,” she warned.
“I can take care of myself, Antoinette.” He brought his gaze deliberately to her soft, luscious mouth.
“Ah, the optimism of the confirmed bachelor.” Toni was grateful the breeze was cooling her cheeks.
“Really. I can get married any time I like.”
“Lord knows, you’re entitled,” she managed to say, smooth as honey. “I almost feel sorry I’m not available.”
“I’m not a baby snatcher, either.”
“Byrne Beresford, I’m way over the legal age.” Her violet eyes glowed.
He brought up his hand and mussed her shining hair a little. “To me you’re a minor.”
“Could it be you feel threatened?” Suddenly she was enjoying herself, caught between the need for control and going off like a rocket.
“Distracted, maybe.” Byrne’s silver eyes sparkled like coins in the sunlight.
“Well, I figure that’s good enough.”
He threw a glance over her shoulder, and Toni turned. Two women were coming down the steps, the older with some regality as befitted the mistress of Castle Hill, the younger, tall, slim, dark-haired, at an excited rush.
“Front up, young Streeton,” Byrne drawled.
Cate went into her fiancé’s, waiting arms, turning to beam radiantly at his sister. “Toni, how lovely to see you. You’ve grown every bit as beautiful as Byrne said. Welcome home.”
Toni moved spontaneously so they could exchange a kiss. “I’m thrilled to be home, Cate. Thank you so much for wanting me as your bridesmaid. I’m honoured.”
“How could I not have you?” Cate exclaimed. “We’ll be sisters in a month’s time. I’ve always wanted a sister.”
“Antoinette, my dear.” Sonia Beresford had reached them, a handsome, forceful woman of well above aver age height with dark gray eyes, a thick sweep of near black hair and a manner that suggested she never, but never lost her cool.
“Mrs. Beresford.”
Toni was hugged lightly. “Welcome home, my dear. I hope you’re not going to go off and leave us again?”
“My plans are a little unsettled at the moment, Mrs. Beresford,” Toni said, keeping her mouth curved in a smile. “I’m so thrilled and excited about the wedding.”
“We all are, my dear. Our two families united.” Sonia Beresford looked with pride at her son, then turned her patrician head to Kerry. “And how are you, my dear?”
“Fine, Sonia.” A white smile lit Kerry’s attractive face. “It’s wonderful having Toni back. We talked into the small hours and we still haven’t talked ourselves out.”
“So much to catch up on, dear.”
“Take the bags to the veranda, would you, Pike?” Byrne spoke to an approaching houseman. Giving orders was a Beresford way of life, Toni thought.
“Well, don’t let’s stand here in the hot sun. Come into the house,” Sonia said in her smooth contralto.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” Byrne said, sketching a brief salute.
“You’ll be back in time for lunch, won’t you, darling?” his mother asked a little anxiously.
“Sure. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he answered, and gave Toni a final sizzling glance.
“Notice any changes?” Sonia asked as they walked to the house.
“It looks perfect, as always,” Toni said. “That magnificent white creeper is new.” She looked toward the lofty exterior of the two-storeyed building, a central core flanked by two large wings set to form a semicircle. The stone pillars of the ground floor formed a magnificent colonnade that was festooned with a luxuriant creeper bearing masses of pure white trumpet flowers.
“I got very tired of the bougainvillea,” Sonia explained. “It made a wonderful display but it was hard to control. The moon flower has been in for about three years. It’s just perfect for the wedding. It flowers right through spring and summer.”
Inside the house Toni could see at a glance it had been refurbished on the grand scale for the coming wedding. Her partial view of the drawing room revealed the walls had been hung with a beautiful new paper in glowing yellow that went splendidly with the gold frames of the mirrors and paintings and the gold cornices that set off the white-plastered ceiling and the gold and white bookcases. It looked lovely and light and airy, yellow taffeta curtains at the long line of French doors.
Sonia caught her looking. “Plenty of time to go over the house, dear. It needed a little decorating, and now was the perfect time to do it. Let me show you to your room. You’ll want to settle in.”
They walked up the spectacular central staircase, possibly the most striking feature of the house, to the landing that divided to lead to the upper floor and the richly adorned gallery flooded with light from the glass dome above. The suite of bedrooms was off the gallery, and Sonia gestured toward the west wing. Like the entrance hall and the drawing room, the gallery had been repainted, its elaborate plasterwork continuing the yellow, white and gold theme. It looked remarkably beautiful and graceful, and it would have cost the earth.
Sonia waved a vaguely apologetic hand.
“Even Byrne had to question all the money that was being spent. But it’s not every day one’s only daughter gets married. And from home. I’m so thrilled about that. You’re down this way, my dear. You’ll have a lovely view of the walled garden.”
Sonia paused outside an open doorway and stood back for Toni to precede her. The room was lovely, decorated in French pieces, including the antique bed, the colour scheme pink and white. She had never in her life stayed at the homestead, although her parents had on many occasions for balls, parties and the like.
“Like it?” Sonia smiled at Toni’s transparent expression.
“It’s a beautiful room, Mrs. Beresford. Enchanting.”
“And it’s yours for the wedding.” Sonia walked to an arrangement of pink roses on the small writing desk and tweaked at a stray flower. “Really, I had a marvellous time doing everything up. I can only hope when Byrne makes his mother happy and chooses a bride she shares my tastes.”
“I love everything I’ve seen.” Toni smiled, walking to the open French doors and looking over the walled section of the garden. “You’re a wonderful gardener, as well.”
“These days, dear, I only do the planning,” Sonia said. “I don’t like to talk about it, but I’ve developed arthritis in my hands. Just like my dear mother. I’m not having the lawns mown until the day before the wedding. I want them to stay green. We use bore water, of course, and we were very fortunate with the winter rains. A miracle, really, after so many daunting years. The long-range forecast is for heavy rain over tropical Queensland about Christmas, so we’ll eventually get the floodwaters.”
