you.’
Polly nodded. ‘I guess your mum just wanted to protect Chloë from getting hurt.’
‘She did. She kept telling her that Max would never leave his wife – and she was right; so Chloë finally took Mum’s advice and ended it.’ I shrugged. ‘And now she’s with Nate. I hope he’s not going to cause her any grief, but I’ve got the awful feeling he is.’
Polly put her slippers on again then stood up. ‘So when did they decide to tie the knot?’
‘Yesterday, over lunch. They went to Quaglino’s to celebrate her promotion and came out engaged. They told Mum and Roy at the auction. Mum’s so thrilled, she’s offered to plan it all for them.’
‘She hasn’t got long then. Only – what? Three and a half months?’
‘True, but she has a tremendous talent for arranging things – it’s probably all the choreography she’s done.’ I glanced at my watch. ‘Yikes! I must go.’ I shot to my feet. ‘I’ve got to get to Barnes for a sitting.’
‘Anyone of note?’ Polly asked as we went on to the landing.
‘Not really – she’s a French woman married to a Brit. Her husband’s commissioned me to paint her for her fortieth. He sounds quite a bit older – but he kept telling me how beautiful she is: I could hardly get him off the phone.’
Polly heaved a sigh of deep longing. ‘I’d love to have someone appreciate me like that.’
‘Any progress in that area?’ I asked as we went downstairs.
‘I liked the photographer at the Toilet Duck shoot last week. He took my card – not that he’s phoned,’ she added balefully as I opened the cupboard and got out my parka. ‘What about you?’
I thrust my arms into the sleeves. ‘Zilch – apart from a bit of flirting at the framer’s.’ I looked at the bare patch of wall where Polly’s portrait usually goes. ‘Shall I hang you up again before I go?’
She nodded. ‘Please – I daren’t do anything practical until the shoot’s over; the tiniest scratch and I’ll lose the job; there’s two grand at stake and I’m short of cash.’
I pulled the bubble wrap off the painting. ‘Me, too.’
Polly leaned against the wall. ‘But you seem to be busy.’
I lifted the portrait on to its hook. ‘Not busy enough– and my mortgage is huge .’ I straightened the bottom of the frame. ‘Perhaps I could offer to paint the chairman of the Halifax in return for a year off the payments.’
‘Maybe one of Camilla Parker Bowles’s friends will commission you.’
I picked up my bag. ‘That would be great. I’ve just joined the Royal Society of Portrait Painters, so I’m on their website – and I’ve got a Facebook page now…’
‘That’s good. Then there’s that piece in The Times . I know you didn’t like it,’ Polly added hastily, ‘but it’s great publicity and it’s online. So…’ She opened the door. ‘Who knows what might come out of it?’
I felt my gut flutter. ‘Who knows…?’
There was a sharp wind blowing as I walked home so I pulled up my hood and shoved my hands into my pockets. As I cut across Eel Brook Common, with its bright stripe of daffodils, my mother phoned.
‘ El -la?’ She sounded elated. ‘I’ve just had the final figures from last night. We raised eighty thousand pounds – five thousand more than our target, and a record for the Richmond branch of the charity.’
‘That’s wonderful, Mum – congratulations.’
‘So I just wanted to thank you again for the portrait.’ I resisted the urge to say that had I known who the sitter was to be I wouldn’t have offered it. ‘But how funny that you’re going to paint Nate.’
‘Yes… extremely amusing.’
‘It’ll give you an opportunity to get to know him before the wedding. I’ve just booked the church, by the way.’
‘Mum… they’ve been engaged less than twenty-four hours.’
‘I know – but July third’s not that far off! So I phoned the vicar at St Matthew’s first thing and by some miracle the two p.m. slot
Polly nodded. ‘I guess your mum just wanted to protect Chloë from getting hurt.’
‘She did. She kept telling her that Max would never leave his wife – and she was right; so Chloë finally took Mum’s advice and ended it.’ I shrugged. ‘And now she’s with Nate. I hope he’s not going to cause her any grief, but I’ve got the awful feeling he is.’
Polly put her slippers on again then stood up. ‘So when did they decide to tie the knot?’
‘Yesterday, over lunch. They went to Quaglino’s to celebrate her promotion and came out engaged. They told Mum and Roy at the auction. Mum’s so thrilled, she’s offered to plan it all for them.’
‘She hasn’t got long then. Only – what? Three and a half months?’
‘True, but she has a tremendous talent for arranging things – it’s probably all the choreography she’s done.’ I glanced at my watch. ‘Yikes! I must go.’ I shot to my feet. ‘I’ve got to get to Barnes for a sitting.’
‘Anyone of note?’ Polly asked as we went on to the landing.
‘Not really – she’s a French woman married to a Brit. Her husband’s commissioned me to paint her for her fortieth. He sounds quite a bit older – but he kept telling me how beautiful she is: I could hardly get him off the phone.’
Polly heaved a sigh of deep longing. ‘I’d love to have someone appreciate me like that.’
‘Any progress in that area?’ I asked as we went downstairs.
‘I liked the photographer at the Toilet Duck shoot last week. He took my card – not that he’s phoned,’ she added balefully as I opened the cupboard and got out my parka. ‘What about you?’
I thrust my arms into the sleeves. ‘Zilch – apart from a bit of flirting at the framer’s.’ I looked at the bare patch of wall where Polly’s portrait usually goes. ‘Shall I hang you up again before I go?’
She nodded. ‘Please – I daren’t do anything practical until the shoot’s over; the tiniest scratch and I’ll lose the job; there’s two grand at stake and I’m short of cash.’
I pulled the bubble wrap off the painting. ‘Me, too.’
Polly leaned against the wall. ‘But you seem to be busy.’
I lifted the portrait on to its hook. ‘Not busy enough– and my mortgage is huge .’ I straightened the bottom of the frame. ‘Perhaps I could offer to paint the chairman of the Halifax in return for a year off the payments.’
‘Maybe one of Camilla Parker Bowles’s friends will commission you.’
I picked up my bag. ‘That would be great. I’ve just joined the Royal Society of Portrait Painters, so I’m on their website – and I’ve got a Facebook page now…’
‘That’s good. Then there’s that piece in The Times . I know you didn’t like it,’ Polly added hastily, ‘but it’s great publicity and it’s online. So…’ She opened the door. ‘Who knows what might come out of it?’
I felt my gut flutter. ‘Who knows…?’
There was a sharp wind blowing as I walked home so I pulled up my hood and shoved my hands into my pockets. As I cut across Eel Brook Common, with its bright stripe of daffodils, my mother phoned.
‘ El -la?’ She sounded elated. ‘I’ve just had the final figures from last night. We raised eighty thousand pounds – five thousand more than our target, and a record for the Richmond branch of the charity.’
‘That’s wonderful, Mum – congratulations.’
‘So I just wanted to thank you again for the portrait.’ I resisted the urge to say that had I known who the sitter was to be I wouldn’t have offered it. ‘But how funny that you’re going to paint Nate.’
‘Yes… extremely amusing.’
‘It’ll give you an opportunity to get to know him before the wedding. I’ve just booked the church, by the way.’
‘Mum… they’ve been engaged less than twenty-four hours.’
‘I know – but July third’s not that far off! So I phoned the vicar at St Matthew’s first thing and by some miracle the two p.m. slot
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