AS Nat drove through Perth it felt as if she was seeing the city with new eyes. It had only been a week, but the tall skyscrapers, the beautiful parks and the Swan River, which snaked through the centre, all seemed so much brighter and more impressive. People were everywhere, in their cars, in the trains, cruising the river in boats, jogging, cycling and fishing under the bridge. It had such a different smell from the country; in fact there were millions of different scents. The car fumes, the river, the restaurants and fast-food chains, the hot concrete and crisp green parks. It was a mecca for the senses. The thing Nat loved the most, especially at this time of night, nearing eight o’clock, was the lights. So many twinkling colours. Her favourite place was down by the river, watching the lights reflecting on its surface and listening to the gentle lapping of water.
But she saved her biggest smile for the moment she drove into the driveway of Gary’s apartment. She couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend. The apartment was nestled near Kings Park and his balcony overlooked the Perth CBD and the Swan River. You could soak in the spa or sit in the pool and look across the city. Gary had good taste and he’d taken this apartment for the view alone: the designer kitchen and elegant bathroom were just bonuses.
Nat parked in the reserved parking spot and no sooner had she stopped the car than he appeared.
‘Hey, baby.’ Gary opened her door and she climbed out. He was Natalie’s height, but he loved wrapping her up and lifting her off the ground. A few grey strands were streaked through his brown hair, which gave him a sexy George Clooney look, and if he ever let his beard grow he had some in that too, but Gary was a man who shaved religiously. He took pride in his position at work, and presentation was paramount.
Gary pulled her against his body. ‘God, I’ve missed you,’ he said into her hair as he squeezed her tight.
‘I missed you too,’ she said.
‘Felt like you were gone for ages.’
Nat relaxed in his arms, pressed against his starched white work shirt. His spicy cologne lingered on his skin. He’d probably only just got home from the office, where he worked in the family resort and casino business.
‘I know.’ Nat sighed. ‘But I’m here now. Let’s make the most of it.’
‘Hmm,’ he groaned into her hair. ‘Good idea. What needs taking inside?’
‘I’ll get it later. Right now I’m starving.’
‘Me too,’ he said, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. At thirty, eight years her senior, Gary came with a lot of experience – in everything. He took her hand and whisked her inside where she found six fresh bouquets of flowers around the dining room and dinner ready and waiting on the marble table.
‘Oh, Gary.’
‘Welcome home, princess.’
Nat rolled over, her silk nightie riding up her legs as she snuggled closer to Gary. ‘Morning.’
He was sitting up in bed with his phone but put it on the jarrah bedside table and turned to her. ‘Good sleep?’ he asked as he put his arm around her.
‘Hmm, yep. Have you been awake for long?’
‘Not long. Would you like your favourite for breakfast?’ he asked.
Eggs Benedict. Just thinking about it made her mouth water. ‘Sounds divine, thanks, babe.’ She looked at the clock on her phone. ‘Better make it quick, I’ll need to start getting ready soon.’ She needed a good few hours to prepare for the Wright–Hutchinson luncheon. It wasn’t going to be like the casual meet and greet in Lake Biddy – there were high standards to maintain. Several years ago the Sunday Times newspaper had turned up and their photos had appeared in the social pages the following day.
After breakfast Nat had her nails redone and her hair blow-dried. She bought a new outfit from her favourite boutique in South Perth: a Lisa Barron cap-sleeved, form-fitting dress in a soft mint with a herringbone pattern. She did her make-up with extra care and stepped into her favourite black peep-toe heels.
‘Smashing,’ said Gary when she came out of the bedroom. He was wearing his favourite dark grey suit and the matching mint tie she’d got for him. ‘You look incredible. Come on, darling, we’d better leave. Your mum hates tardiness.’
Nat smiled. Gary knew her parents just about as well as she did, and Nat was the same with Gary’s parents, Tony and Cynthia.
Gary drove them to his parents’ home on Saunders Street in Mosman Park. From the road it didn’t look like much: there was a gated entry point and another for the exit, and in between was a high wall covered with crawling creepers and a lawn to the kerb. Inside the gate were six car spaces and Gary parked in his usual spot.
They walked through the house, over the familiar plush cream carpets, past matching cream-and-gold detailed furniture and through the kitchen, which was buzzing with waiters and cooks. The wall-to-wall glass doors at the back of the house opened out onto a spacious patio with an outside kitchen and seating area that overlooked the river. They were just a stone’s throw away from the ocean as well. Nat spotted their parents, and further down, on the generous patch of lawn by the pool, were her brother and Uncle Kent with Gary’s aunty Janice and his uncle Chris, who was holding the hand of a woman in red Nat hadn’t seen before.
‘Shall we?’ said Gary, reaching for her hand.
‘Certainly. Parents first?’
He nodded and together they stepped out into the warm midday sun.
‘Here come the lovebirds,’ said Gary’s father. Tony was an older version of Gary through and through – more grey hair but the same expensive taste in beautiful suits. Gary greeted her parents, and Tony held out his arms for Nat.
‘Hi, Tony.’
‘You look ravishing, my dear. It’s so good to see you.’
It looked as though they’d interrupted a hushed conversation between Cynthia and Nat’s mum, Jennifer. Both ladies were dressed to kill, Cynthia in a soft silk dress in this season’s colour of azure and Nat’s mum in a similar-coloured skirt and blouse set. They’d both been to the salon that morning; their matching blonde bobs were immaculate. Cynthia gave Nat a hug with an air kiss, followed by Jennifer. Then at last Nat got to hug her father, Vincent. Nat got up on her toes to reach around his neck. He smelt like ink, his leather chair and his favourite peppery aftershave. It was easy to picture him sitting at his large oak desk, phone to his ear while he rubbed his receding hairline.
‘Hey, Daddy.’
‘Natalie, darling, how is it in the country?’
Tony and Cynthia added their own questions about the town and teaching, and Nat kept to the basics.
‘My class is great, the kids are so adorable and so eager to please. I’m loving it. I have a quaint little house and the town is like nothing you’ve ever seen,’ she said, trying to answer all their questions at once.
‘I can’t understand how you could handle the flies and country, Natalie. Are the children all unruly?’ asked her mum.
Nat’s eye twitched. She could have bet that within the first five minutes her mum would have something negative to say. She opened her mouth to retort but her dad picked up on her telltale sign of irritation and jumped in.
‘Tell us more over lunch, darling. Tony and I are working on a special joint project and I must tell you both about it. This may be a new direction for us, something the Wright and Hutchinson families can build on together.’ The conversation returned to work, as it always did, leaving Nat to calm down. Now wasn’t the time to stir up her mum, not with Cynthia around. Mum would never forgive her for any embarrassing moments.
Cynthia and Jennifer got on okay, but Nat had a feeling they clashed at times. They were similar and a little competitive but made the effort for their husbands. Tony and Vincent had been through uni together and had been close friends ever since.
‘We’d better go and say hello to the others,’ said Gary, and he took Nat’s hand as they walked over to the lawn.
‘Lunch will be soon,’ Cynthia called after them.
Nat practically ran to her Uncle Kent. He always made her smile. His hugs were so tight and he always took forever to let her go.
‘Hello there, my sweetheart.’ Kent was in a dark blue suit, even though Nat knew he’d probably prefer to be in his favourite seventies T-shirt and jeans. He was a big kid at heart and loved all the good things in life. He ate his favourite foods, he went skydiving, he spent time helping out at food shelters and loved surfing – or trying to surf, at least. He’d always been someone who saw the world through wide-open eyes. Hence he was the one who supported her the most in her decision to get her teaching degree.
Nat didn’t say anything, just enjoyed the hug. Then she was introduced to Georgie, Gary’s uncle Chris’s new girlfriend. Chris was ten years younger than Tony, the baby of the family, and he’d spent a lot of time with Gary over the years, being the older brother he never had.
‘Hi, Gary, I’ve heard so much about you,’ said Georgie. Her little red dress had probably been the topic of Jennifer and Cynthia’s hushed conversation – that and her cleavage. Georgie reached over to give him a hug and kissed his cheek, leaving a smear of red lipstick.
Chris grabbed her arm and tugged her back. ‘That’s enough,’ he said jokingly. ‘This is Natalie, Gary’s girlfriend.’
They made idle chitchat until Cynthia announced lunch was ready.
Inside they all took their places around the large glass table set with fine china and glassware. Nat sat in between Uncle Kent and Gary. Georgie went to sit next to Gary but Chris directed her to a chair on the other side of the table. Chris was always rather possessive of his dates but at his age he did tend to lose a few ladies to younger men. Nat thought that he’d stand a better chance if he found someone closer to his age, not that she ever said this to Gary, as Chris could do no wrong in his eyes. He idolised Chris in the same way Nat idolised Uncle Kent.
Tony and Vincent stood up at the head of the table, both reciting stories of their uni days and how they met, being there for each other through weddings and births. And trauma, thought Natalie. Cynthia had suffered really bad postnatal depression after Gary and didn’t have any more children. Jennifer had just started dating Vincent at that stage and helped her through it.
‘Vincent was trying to pick up this gorgeous girl and I came in and helped seal the deal,’ said Tony, giving Jennifer a wink. ‘I was the older, wiser one. I told you then that she was a keeper, like my Cynthia,’ he added with a grin. They never got tired of telling their stories, no matter how many times everyone had heard them. Maybe this time it was for Georgie’s benefit.
Gary stood and tapped his glass with his knife. ‘I hate to rain on your parade but we’ve all heard these stories and I’d like to start up a new one.’
Everyone turned to face Gary. Even Nat was curious to know what he was on about. Then she saw him reach into his coat pocket. A little red box appeared in his hand and a few people gasped. Or was it just her?
‘Natalie, darling, I think it was meant to be – you and me. Our families are already so entwined so it seems so natural to ask you to be my wife.’ He opened the box to reveal a white-gold band that held a massive white diamond, surrounded by Argyle pink diamonds.
‘Oh my god, we’ve dreamt of this moment,’ said Nat’s mum. ‘Haven’t we, Cynthia? We just knew.’ Jennifer stood up, clapping her hands together and trying to get a look at the ring.
‘Bloody marvellous, son,’ said Tony, turning to shake Vincent’s hand. ‘Our kids.’ They pulled each other into a hug, patting each other’s backs loudly.
‘A spring wedding at the yacht club would be perfect,’ Nat heard Cynthia say to Jennifer.
Nat hadn’t even given Gary her reply yet. She glanced up at him, a man she’d admired her whole life but had only just started dating. He was smiling and talking to Chris as if it was a done deal. Didn’t anyone want to hear what she had to say?
She glanced around the table, at the smiles, laughter and utter joy on their faces. They were all so happy. Only Uncle Kent was looking at her. ‘Sweetheart?’ he said in a voice that confused her even more.
Nat clutched the table. What did she want to say? That this was all too sudden? That she really hadn’t been with Gary long enough to get married? That she was only twenty-two and had just started her dream job? Did she really want to get married now? Hell!
Gary turned back to her, pulling the massive ring from the box and reaching for her hand. ‘What do you say, princess?’ He slipped it onto her finger before reaching for her face. ‘Will you be my wife?’
Nat gave him a smile and hope it didn’t wobble. She held up her hand and watched the light sparkle off the ring. It was huge, and absolutely stunning. Nat felt the pressure of the decision creating tension in her neck. She did care for Gary – loved him, in fact. He was everything she wanted: handsome, charming, romantic and generous, and it would make their families so happy. So why did this decision seem so hard? Maybe it was just nerves and excitement. Gary smiled as he caressed her cheek.
Nat gazed into his dark eyes, took a deep breath and smiled back. ‘Yes. Yes, I will.’