36 ~ DARCY

“You’re making me nervous, staring at me like that, Oliver.” I smoothed down my dress for the umpteenth time. It didn’t need smoothing down, the fine silky material hung perfectly. I checked my watch for the umpteenth time. Two hours until the gala started. We’d have to leave in twelve minutes.

“Every man is going to be staring at you tonight. You look stunning. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

“It’s going to be okay, isn’t it? Will the rain stay away? I feel as though I’m going to throw up.”

Oliver pulled me into his arms. “Please don’t throw up, it’ll ruin your makeup. Listen to me. Tonight is going to be fantastic. I want you to enjoy yourself. Everything is perfectly planned right down to the last napkin placement. You are not to go around checking everything again. You’ve already done that, okay?”

“What if—”

He pressed a finger to my lips to stop me imagining a new disaster. Then he used his voice to turn me into putty. “What if it went brilliantly, and we raised lots of money for the Trust? What if only good things happened? You know what they say about self-fulfilling prophecies? Let’s make this amazing.”

I nodded my head. His finger was still on my lips and I stuck my tongue out and licked it. He didn’t move, he just smiled and kept talking.

“What if I told you I loved you? Yes, you can answer,” he said, taking his finger away.

My heart jumped to my throat. I was still haunted by a letter that I’d been too scared to open. I’d shifted it from my handbag and tucked it into a drawer under a T-shirt, but it was like the damned thing had a life of its own, the power it had over me. I had a good idea what it said, but right now, the gala was the only area where I could devote my energy. I could learn about my next battle when the event was over.

Would Oliver still love me once the contents of the letter were known?

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, pushing my fears back to a place they could hide for another couple of days. Oliver had backed me up over Rob. This new challenge would raise new doubts, but I was confident he’d at least be willing to listen. I let his love wrap around my heart like a protective shield.

“If you told me …” I stopped. My voice trembled when I wanted it to be strong. “If you told me you loved me, I’d have to be completely unoriginal and tell you that I loved you, too.”

“Happy to take every cliché you want to throw my way, Miss Darcy.” He stroked my cheek. “I want to kiss the lipstick off your mouth, but that would make us late. Come on. It’s going to be spectacular and I want you to experience this evening in the same way all the other guests will.”

The Lodge parking lot was already full with people being directed to additional parking spaces on the lawn. It was part of the reason I was worried about the weather. If it rained, we’d need a fleet of tractors to tow the vehicles out.

I asked about the weather again and Oliver shot me a bemused look.

“I know, I know, concentrate on the things I can control.”

“Wrong,” he said. “Concentrate on enjoying yourself.”

Guests were ushered to the area on the north side of the Lodge where the marquee and stage were set up. We passed through the foyer, bustling with volunteers and catering staff, and into the small reception room where our guest artists waited. I hurried first to meet our emcee, Nick Netherton, a well-known broadcaster who was brilliant at these events. He kissed me on each cheek and told me how wonderful it was to have me back in New Zealand.

“I hope you’re staying, Darcy,” he said.

Oliver took my hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting her out of my sight.”

Nick went over the format for the evening again with me. I doubt it was because he needed to, it was more likely because he could see I needed to hear that everything from his side was under control.

Pearl was standing to one side talking with Maraea. I had met her the previous day at rehearsals. What an amazing young woman. So confident, yet self-effacing, and genuinely happy to be able to help us out.

“Darcy, I’m so excited,” she said, taking my hands in hers. She lowered her voice. “I’ve talked Reuben into a duet with me. It’s going to be rough and raw and unpractised. I can’t believe it. Total career highlight.”

Behind me, Reuben laughed. “I doubt that,” he said, then bent in to kiss me. “You look beautiful, Darcy.”

“I’m the blimp,” Stella said, giving me as much of a hug as she could over her belly, which seemed to have doubled in size since I last saw her. She pointed to it. “We should have sold advertising space on here. As a blank canvas, it’s enormous. But Reuben said it would be deflated soon enough so unlikely to get bids.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t mention the idea when we had lunch. Even a week would have fetched a fortune.”

Stella laughed. “Reuben Creed’s wife walking around with your advertising message on her pregnant tummy. What we wouldn’t tell them is that the week would be spent on a remote island. Nobody would see it.”

Reuben bent and kissed Stella. “I’ll see you a bit later, Stell, I have to go. Can you look after her for me, Darcy?”

“Because I’m totally incapable of looking after myself,” Stella teased.

“Behave,” Reuben said, and disappeared with Oliver, Mike, Pearl, and the other musicians.

“How is he?” I asked.

“For someone who hasn’t performed onstage for a couple of years, he’s pretty awesome. Really excited. I’m so pleased you asked him.”

“And we’re so pleased he agreed.”

Maraea came over to us. “Right, you two, I’m ordering you to take your seats. I’m not going to ask you twice, just go and do it.” She glanced around at the people still in the room. “Getting this bunch to move is impossible. It’s like they’re cemented to the floor.”

“Let me help you,” I suggested.

Maraea held up her hand. “No way. Tonight, you’re a guest. Go, go,” she said, shooing us away with her hands.

We found our table in front of the stage where Ginger was already seated.

“Darcy, this is so glamorous,” she said as we sat.

“You look pretty glamorous yourself.”

“I’ve been studying the seating plan. Luther’s at this table. Don’t let me drink too much in case I lose control of my hands. Or my mouth. I’m going to stick to water.”

“You’re drinking champagne already, Ginge.” I said.

“Well, after this. It’s water.”

Luther arrived and told us all how beautiful we looked which turned Ginger scarlet. There were empty seats for Reuben and Oliver. Reuben’s presence here was still a secret and we were hoping there weren’t too many guests who might recognize Stella before he came on. At the table next to us were the people who’d forked out a small fortune to have dinner with Pearl. I sneaked a quick glance at them and discovered a diverse mix of ages.

As for the guests? I couldn’t believe the people who’d bought tickets. I’d been to high-profile events in Auckland that hadn’t pulled this sort of crowd. A-listers, athletes, politicians. Oliver had told me it would be like this, but I hadn’t been that confident. It seems a lot of them have holiday homes in Waitapu and, for some reason, feel connected to the cause. I wasn’t complaining. Ticket sales would give us a healthy profit, but what we really wanted was for them to go crazy bidding on the auction items.

Nick stepped onto the stage and adjusted the microphone, and the crowd fell silent. He welcomed everyone and introduced Oliver. I watched the man who just an hour ago had told me he loved me take over the mic.

Oliver looked magnificent in his tuxedo, and as he spoke, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He explained about the Trust, and what they intended to do with the money raised. Then he told the story of Rocco in brief brutal details, and dedicated the evening to every person present whose life had been affected by addiction of their own, or a family member or friend.

He finished to a great round of applause.

Nick took the mic again and explained how the silent auction would work, running through items that included everything from world cruises, extraordinary experiences, boats, cars, insanely expensive jewelry, to sporting memorabilia. “I know you’ve all got smartphones so if you haven’t managed to download the app, raise your hand and one of the assistants will be at your side to walk you through it. Same goes for mobiles that need recharging. No excuses for not bidding.”

The stage went dark and Nick vanished into the wings. Silhouettes moved across the stage as Pearl’s backup band took their places. A figure moved to the front, accompanied by a murmur rippling through the audience. But from the left of the stage came a haunting melody, moving with a small range of notes, sliding in pitch at the end. It was a traditional waiata tangi, a lament that sent a chill down my spine. One spotlight appeared on the stage, following Maraea as she walked with solemn, determined steps toward the center.

Once there, her lament shifted to waiata aroha, a song of love, and from the right side of the stage, another voice joined her. Spotlit, Pearl walked the same solemn, respectful steps until she met with Maraea, and they finished the song. The crowd erupted and I don’t think there was a person in the audience unmoved.

Stella wiped her eyes. “I could blame it on hormones, but that song gets me every time.”

“I don’t even have hormones to blame,” I said, dabbing at my eyes with my napkin. “And, I had no idea Maraea was going to do that. It was beautiful.”

Oliver slipped into his seat beside me. “Did you like that little surprise?”

“I loved it. So appropriate and such a beautiful way to begin the evening.”

Pearl was fantastic and performed way beyond her promised thirty minutes. Halfway through a song Oliver nudged me.

“Look, over to the right.”

Reuben stood in the shadows at the edge of the stage. Pearl was singing a cover of one of his songs and when she got to the chorus, he walked across the stage, casually playing an acoustic guitar, and joined in. You could feel the two seconds of disbelief in the audience before they erupted with applause and cheers.

I leaned over to Stella. “There are actually women who should know better screaming for your husband.”

She shook her head. “He’ll pretend he hates it, but look at him, he’s lapping it up.

At the finish of the song, Pearl bid the audience farewell, and Reuben continued playing.

Five songs and a lot of banter later, Stella turned to me. “You’ve unleashed a monster,” she said. “We’ll have to get security to get him off the stage. Dinner will be ruined.”

“I think this crowd would rather listen to Reuben all night than eat dinner.”

He was talking with the crowd again thanking them for their support and saying he had one final song to play which he hoped they would all join in and sing. He began on the guitar, and from the back of the stage Maraea began to sing Pö Atarau (Now is the Hour).

Pö atarau

E moea iho nei …

Reuben, and Pearl, who had returned to the stage, joined in for the English verse, as did the entire audience.

Once the song had finished, the stage emptied and Nick had to get back to the microphone quickly to calm the crowd who were stomping their feet, banging silverware, and calling for an encore.

Predicting this, I’d ordered the waiting staff to be ready with refreshments to placate them.

Oliver slipped his hand to the back of my neck. “You’ve done a brilliant job, Darcy.”

“That had nothing to do with me. And, bringing Maraea in was genius. Sorry, Oliver, but she’s completely wasted working at the Lodge. The girl should be singing.”

“Please, don’t encourage her. This place would collapse if she wasn’t here.”

The catering staff began serving food and Nick kept up his banter, encouraging people to pick up their mobiles and keep bidding. There was another eruption from the crowd as Pearl arrived to join her table, and Reuben and Maraea took their seats with us.

I hugged Maraea, and told her how amazing I thought she was.

“Sorry for inserting myself into the entertainment,” she said. “But, you know, life goals reached when I get to sing with Pearl and Reuben Creed.”

“I’m stealing Maraea,” Reuben announced. “I want her as my in-house backup vocal at the studio.”

“Over my dead body,” Oliver said. “You can borrow her on her days off.” He turned to Maraea. “Did you get the note that we’re giving you an enormous pay rise? It should have been in your inbox. It’ll be double anything Reuben offers to pay you.”

Reuben took a long draw from his beer, and winked at her. “Oliver can’t offer you the opportunities and prestige that I can give you. I’ll leave it there.”

“This could be the end of a beautiful friendship, Reuben,” Oliver warned.

Reuben grinned. “All kidding aside, though, I’m raising my glass to you, Maraea. You were fantastic.”

We all raised our glasses and toasted her, while she blew back kisses.

As the evening continued and people relaxed, the auction bidding, which I kept a careful eye on, went crazy. After dinner, Reuben offered up his guitar in a flash auction. Nick managed to do a convincing, off-the-cuff job as auctioneer, and the guitar fetched close to $5,000. Not to be outdone, Pearl removed her earrings thirty minutes later, and another flash auction raised a similar sum.

Stella stood once Pearl’s auction had finished. “I’m sorry, guys, but I’m bushed. I have to try to get some sleep before these babies start playing rugby around midnight.”

Reuben stood, too. “Is there a way we can sneak out of here? I don’t mind mixing with the guests, but I need to put my wife to bed, and I don’t want her standing around.”

Luther jumped up to usher them through a private exit, calling on a couple of security guards to accompany them.

“How are you holding up?” Oliver asked me.

“I’m tired, too. I’ve run out of adrenaline and I feel like I’m crashing.”

“Auctions are coming to an end on this clever little app you found, so we’ll get Nick up on stage and he can start announcing the winners.”

Ginger leaned across the table. “I’ll go and do the printouts for the winners, Darcy. Maraea can be the runner, and ferry them to Nick.”

I protested, but Oliver stopped me. “Let her do it. She wants to.”

Luther returned to the table and asked where Ginger was.

“Missing her already,” Oliver teased, and earned a scowl and a mouthed expletive.

We wrapped up at midnight. Pearl left around eleven and we walked with her to her room. She would leave on the boat in the morning with Reuben and Stella to return to Ahunui. The Lodge was accustomed to the sort of security required for people like her, and we assured her a good night’s sleep.

“You were amazing, Pearl. And so generous. We can replace your earrings, as long as they weren’t an heirloom. Just tell me where you bought them.”

“Nonsense,” she said. “I was happy to add to the fun, and really happy to be part of this event. Let me know when you’re having another one and if it fits my schedule, I’m there.”

We’d organized for sober drivers to drive people home in their own cars, and they’d been working since the first guests started leaving around eleven.

Ginger and Luther were leaving at the same time as us. Luther’s car was brought around, and they both hopped in.

I nudged Oliver. “Do you think they’re—?”

“No, they’re not. That would be a world-class miracle. Luther’s just making sure she gets home okay.”

Oliver sat with me in the back of the Range Rover, holding me close. My eyes grew heavy before we’d even come out of the hills and I let myself sleep, safe in his arms.