THE BEAUX CAME THAT SAME DAY BEFORE DUSK. JOSEPH PHONED Mr. Harris and the latter informed him of the imminent arrival. Otherwise, they wouldn't have waited in the castle. They'd have returned to the village to spend the night and then they would've come back in the morning - it wasn't that far by car.
But they actually came. And in a much more elegant way than Roxanne had expected.
Four neat and smiling grooms, anxious to take their brides to the wedding. They more than passed the first impression test. But scratching the surface…
Blanche's fiancé was unabashedly old. Clearly a friend or partner in business of their father's, for whom he'd reserved her almost immediately after her birth. Probably with children older than Blanche herself. Abhorrent. The girl would become another of his women.
Violet's had come straight with his wife, who was waiting for him in the small aircraft. It appeared that he'd grown tired of waiting and had married someone else. And, now, he and his wife had agreed to adopt her as a maid or lady in waiting.
Fate had been a bit more lenient on Griselda - or not. Her man seemed more interested in taking his constant phone calls than in meeting her.
But Dora… Dora had found her Prince Charming! Young, handsome, apparently single and looking eager to have her before his eyes.
The four of them took - rightly, on the other hand - Celeste, Roxanne, Alan and Joseph for the welcoming committee. It was only logical. They were there, waiting to receive them… And the damsels, after a while, had still not come down.
"They must be nervous," excused Roxanne.
"Or expecting us to go bring them," hinted the one in blue scornfully.
It wasn't a crazy thought.
Roxanne patiently climbed up the stairs, deliberately slowly to give herself time to chew the presentation offered by the four lads. She couldn't help feeling relief mainly, at not finding themselves, her and Celeste, in the same situation as the other girls.
Dora had gathered the flock in her room.
"Is now the time?" she asked her when she saw her poke her head through the door, taking the lead once more.
"Now's the time," answered Roxanne with sarcasm. "However," she told the rest, "you can still change your minds. Don't do this only out of obligation. Joseph and Alan are willing to take us all to the city and help us in every way they can."
"No, thank you. And do not corrupt us with your wild behavior."
The other three didn't even seem to mind Dora's perpetual role as spokesperson. Maybe their passivity would turn out to be an asset in the life that awaited them.