It was Sabrina White's wedding day.
And the groom was a no-show.
The church was full of friends and relatives who must be
getting impatient by now. But not as impatient as Sabrina,
who paced back and forth in the church vestibule while her
bridesmaids chattered nervously and her stepmother looked
out the window. The scent of the stephanotis in her
bouquet was suddenly cloying. The white silk dress that
had fit perfectly an hour ago was now too tight, too long
and cut too low. She tugged at the neckline and checked
her diamond-encrusted watch for the umpteenth time. Adam
was impossibly, inexcusably late. Again.
Last night, he'd arrived at the rehearsal dinner an hour
and a half late. He'd had an excuse prepared. He always
did.
"Couldn't help it, babe," he'd said, kissing her on the
cheek. "I'm in the middle of something big. Really
important."
She didn't doubt it. He was always in the middle of
something bigger and more important than her. A business
deal. He'd missed her birthday and skipped Christmas due
to business. He even answered cell phone calls in the
middle of a kiss. But when he looked deep into her eyes
and swore he'd change, she wanted to believe him. He'd
said things would be different once they were married.
Once he got this deal sewn up. If only she'd hang on until
he made partner. Kids? Sure, after they were financially
secure. Time alone together? Once they left for their
honeymoon.
If they left for their honeymoon. If he made it to the
wedding. If she forgave him one more time. She sighed and
glanced at her watch again. It was two-thirty. The
ceremony was supposed to have started at two. The organist
had played her entire repertoire at least three times.
There was another wedding scheduled at four at the popular
church atop San Francisco's Nob Hill. Sabrina could just
imagine the next bride arriving as they were leaving, rice
thrown at her by mistake, their guests mingling. She tried
to stay calm, but the scene she conjured in her mind
caused an hysterical giggle to bubble up and escape her
lips.
Her stepmother gave her a startled look and adjusted her
veil. "Don't worry. He's on his way," Genevieve said
calmly.
Sabrina pressed her lips together to keep from blurting
something she'd regret. Something like, "How do you know?"
Or, "He's always on his way." Or, "I can't take it
anymore. I'll give him ten more minutes and then..." And
then what? Then she'd walk out? And go where? And do what?
She couldn't do that. What would people say?
"Your father's the same way," Genevieve said.
"Always late. You don't know what they go through, the
pressures, the high stakes, the money involved. You have
to understand that's what it takes to succeed in this
world — dedication, long hours, hard work and an
occasional missed appointment."
She would hardly equate her wedding to an appointment! But
Genevieve was wrong. Sabrina understood why her father had
never been around when she was growing up. Never home for
dinner, gone early in the morning. Golfing with clients on
the weekends. Even when he had been home, he was on the
phone for hours. It was dedication, all right. Dedication
to the firm and not to his family. Sabrina still believed
her mother's frail health wasn't helped any by her
father's lifestyle. When she'd died when Sabrina was
twelve, her father re-married within the year.
Sabrina scanned her stepmother's perfect features, made
more perfect by recent Botox injections. They had a
cordial relationship. Genevieve had never tried to be a
mother to Sabrina, thinking of herself as more of a big
sister. A slightly bossy big sister, in Sabrina's opinion.
Of course, Genevieve didn't mind her father's schedule.
She expected it. She expected the money and the social
status. She expected a McMansion and an expensive car or
two and a vacation house at Lake Tahoe. She'd traded
companionship for security. What else had she traded?
Sabrina met Genevieve's serene gaze and realized she'd
never know.
If Sabrina married Adam, she could expect the same. She'd
be secure. She wouldn't have to worry about money. But
Adam's behavior wouldn't end at their honeymoon. Or with
his closing this deal or being made partner. Because she
knew in her heart he wouldn't change. Was that the kind of
life she wanted?
Was Adam the kind of husband she wanted? Suddenly her life
stretched ahead of her like a long, empty highway and she
felt a chill permeate her body. She knew the answers to
her questions. She knew what she had to do. It was now or
never.
A calm born of desperation overtook her. She said to her
stepmother, "I'm going to the bathroom." She was going
farther than the bathroom. She had no idea where, but
somewhere far away from this farce of a wedding.
In the hall, she bumped into her best friend and maid of
honor in her pale pink dress and matching shoes.
"Meg," she said, "I have to leave. Can you help me?"
"Leave?You can't leave now." Meg put her hands on
Sabrina's shoulders. "You're getting married in —" she
glanced at her watch and frowned
" — soon."
"No, I'm not. I can't marry Adam. Not today, not ever. Can
I borrow your car?"
"Of course, but where are you going?"
"I don't know. Somewhere far away."
Meg raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure you want to do
this?"
Sabrina took a deep breath. "I'm sure."
"But how will you — explain it to the guests, to Adam?"
"I don't know how." Sabrina shivered. Her mouth was dry,
her knees were weak. She'd never been so scared in her
life, or so sure of anything.
"But I'll think of something. Maybe the truth."
"I know you're upset, but —"
"I'm more than upset. If I don't leave now, I'll regret it
for the rest of my life."
Meg's eyes widened. Then she pressed her car keys into
Sabrina's hand.
Sabrina felt her eyes fill with grateful tears. "You're
the best friend anyone could have. I owe you for this.
I'll make it up to you somehow. Remember that. Anything
you want. Anything at all."
"Don't worry about it. Just call and let me know you're
okay."
Sabrina nodded. All she had to do was walk down the hall
and out the side door into the parking lot, get into Meg's
black BMW and go.
Go where?
It didn't matter.
Would her family worry? Of course, but they'd understand.
They had to. She just needed some time to figure things
out. One thing she knew, she was not going to marry anyone
until she found a man who put home and family before a
fancy house or an expensive sports car. Someone who wanted
lots of kids and was willing to help bring them up. Did
such a man exist? If he didn't, she'd spend the rest of
her life taking care of other people's kids in the
classroom.
It was almost too easy, she thought as she got into the
car and pulled out into the street. No one saw her. The
parking lot was full of cars, but no people. All the
guests were inside and seated. And the groom? He was on
his way. And she was on her way. Wouldn't it be funny if
they passed each other on the street going in opposite
directions and didn't realize it?
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, watching the
traffic, but she didn't see Adam's midnight blue Porsche.
She heaved a sigh of relief. If she ran into him, he might
try to change her mind. Try to sweet-talk her into going
through with it, though she knew deep down she shouldn't
and wouldn't.
Adam wouldn't believe she was walking out on him. He
expected her to be waiting for him, no matter the time.
He'd never understand her running out of patience. But
she'd warned him. She'd told him how she felt about his
being late or not showing up for things that were
important to her.Apparently it had never sunk in how much
it bothered her.
She headed instinctively for the Golden Gate Bridge and
then drove northeast toward the Sierra Nevadas, where
she'd spent winter holidays as a child and summers at camp
learning to kayak and make beaded lanyards. Those were the
days, simpler times when mistakes didn't have such dire
consequences.
She just needed a few days to herself, in a place where
she'd once been happy. She thought of the clear, crisp
mountain air, the sound of the wind in the trees, the
stars at night so close you could almost touch them.
Her idea was to stop at a lodge high in the mountains.
She'd check in under an assumed name, in case her father
or stepmother or Adam came looking for her.