As Caroline opened the front door of the villa, she heard Mimi say, “Wait, Care. Close your eyes.”
Caroline did, dropping the heavy liquor store bags to the floor with a thud.
“Okay, you can look now.”
Caroline opened her eyes. Though their down-at-the heels villa was a far cry from Max and Tracy’s sleek new apartments, she had to admit Mimi had done wonders. The white throws that covered their stained sofas had been freshly laundered and bunches of white spider mums rested in blue glass bottles. Tea lights and fairy lights cast the room in a forgiving glow.
Caroline was impressed. “The place looks amazing, Mimi!”
“Yeah. Val and I did it all” The art teacher brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face as she stepped down off the chair. “Not bad for a couple hundred dirhams, eh?”
“Not bad at all,” Caroline agreed, picking up the heavy bags again. “You’re like a dollar-store Martha Stewart. I’m going to put the booze in the fridge.” She shuffled with the heavy bags toward the kitchen.
“Let me take care of that while you go and make yourself beautiful. It’s 6:30 now, and I know you could never be ready in a mere 30 minutes.” Mimi grabbed the bags from Caroline.
“I don’t believe Valkyrie is actually helping.”
“I delegated. She didn’t have a choice.”
“Just make sure she’s not in charge of the music.” Caroline laughed, walking slowly up the stair. “I don’t think I can handle Miley Cyrus’s greatest hits tonight.”
When Caroline emerged from her room an hour later, it was, thankfully, to the sounds of a gentle world beat compilation. She had heard the doorbell ring several times as she was getting ready, so she knew the guests had begun to arrive. Maybe Louay was even there. Caroline’s heartbeat quickened at the prospect.
She smoothed down the skirt of her fuchsia Club Monaco shift dress and started to descend the stairs. She had thought about wearing the frothy white maxi-dress she bought for the ceremony tomorrow, but changed her mind. What if somebody spilled their drink on it? She wouldn’t put it past Valerie to suddenly come over all clumsy. On a whim, she had decided to leave her hair curly. Louay had never seen it au naturel.
“Hey there she is,” Lionel called, spotting her. She waved to the small crowd gathered in the living room. They seemed to be mostly male teachers from school, who along with Shebir and Roy, were stationed around the makeshift buffet table. The assortment of pastries, dips and flat breads Mimi had ordered from the Lebanese restaurant down the street were quickly disappearing.
“Well, well.” Lionel, met her at the foot of the stairs, Corona in hand. “The bride is wearing is wearing hot pink! Does that mean what I think it does?”
“If I know how your mind functions, Li,” Caroline said sweetly, “probably not.”
“Come here, you,” Lionel growled, grabbing her hand and pulling her close to him. “I have to congratulate you properly.”
Caroline laughed and stretched her arm out straight, keeping Lionel at arms length. She held out her other hand and sang, in a breathy voice, “A kiss on the hand may be quite continental…”
Lionel obliged. “I know, I know, but diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” He examined her hand. “So, where’s yours?”
Caroline lifted her head in a haughty gesture. “Wedding rings are enough. Louay and I don’t need the bourgeois symbol of female oppression of an engagement ring to sanctify our love.”
“Mm hmmm…” Lionel’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. She knew her cheeks were as rosy as her dress. “Mr. GQ doesn’t have it where it counts, huh?” Lionel laughed. “In the wallet, I mean.”
Caroline wrenched her hand out of his grip. “He maxed out his credit card paying for the wedding in the Seychelles, never mind the airfare to Canada.”
“Easy, Red,” Lionel soothed, “I’m just teasing.”
“I know, Li,” Caroline said, steering herself around him.
“By the way, I love the hair,” Lionel called after her as she walked toward the kitchen, “Very porn star.”
Caroline made a face at him over her shoulder.
“Classy porn,” he corrected. “Art porn!”
Caroline shook her head as she sidled up to Mimi who was playing bartender behind the stained marbled island where the three teachers usually had breakfast.
“Did you hear that?” she asked. Mimi added a couple of ice cubes to the Tupperware container she was using as a cocktail shaker and nodded.
“That’s our Lionel. Smooth.”
“Hey, you’re looking hot!” Caroline said to Mimi as she strained the concoction into their one proper martini glass and popped a peeled litchi into it. Mimi was barefoot and wearing black, as usual, but it was in the form of a knee-length strapless dress that clung to the curves of her petite frame. Her trademark glasses were missing, and her thick dark mane spilled down over her shoulders.
Mimi handed the glass to Caroline, “One non-alcoholic litchi martini. You’re looking rather ravishing yourself.”
“Mmm.” Caroline sipped her drink and peered over Mimi’s shoulder, trying to see out the window into the garden, but all she saw was her own reflection. Hmpf! Art porn star, she thought. “Is Louay here? Or Max or Tracy?”
Mimi nodded, splashing vodka into the Tupperware container. “I haven’t seen Tracy or Max, but Louay’s out in the garden. Just look for the crowd of women.
“Right!” Caroline laughed as she slid open the patio doors and stepped outside. Caroline could see a cluster of people gathered underneath a Christmas-light bedecked palm tree. Peels of high-pitched female laughter rippled through the sultry air.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, walking toward the crowd.
“Oh, Caroline, hi!” Valerie said brightly. “We were just talking about you.” She was standing beside Louay, who was completely encircled by a ring of women.
“Ah, here is my lovely bride.” Louay lazily pushed himself away from the palm tree tree. “I was telling your friends how I will probably fall asleep waiting for you on our wedding day.”
“Carrie isn’t known for her promptness,” Valerie piped in, fluttering her false lashes in Louay’s direction, her mint green eye-shadow the exact shade of her dress. “Why, if it wasn’t for me banging on her door every morning, Dubai International would be without a head teacher.”
“And I am so grateful to you for it.” Caroline cast an icy smile at Valerie over Louay’s shoulder as he wrapped her in a warm embrace. Valerie sneered back, the envy plain on her face.
“Oh, Val, I think Roy was looking for you. You know, your fiancé? He’s in the living room, near the buffet. He really does like his cheese manakheesh, doesn’t he?” Caroline said referring to the rich Arabic pastry that Roy was scoffing.
With a withering glance, Valerie stomped past in the direction of the villa.
“Great decorating job, by the way, Val,” Caroline called after her, savouring the thought that after tonight she would never see Valerie again. By the time Caroline got back from the Seychelles, she would be in Texas, starting her new life with her Pillsbury Doughboy Prince.
Louay held Caroline at arms length, looking at her with concern. “What did you do to your hair?” he asked.
“Uh, nothing actually,” she answered. “This is how it is naturally. Why? Don’t you like it?”
“No,” Louay said, with characteristic Lebanese bluntness. “It’s very big. Too…fuzzy.” The women near enough to hear tittered.
“I just thought, since we’d be on the beach for the wedding, the humidity…” she ran a hand over her hair, pressing it down.
“No, problem,” Louay grinned at her. “You will have time to fix it before the wedding. We will have pictures, no? You want to look nice, not like…” Louay puffed out his cheeks and held his hands out from his head. The other women giggled. Caroline cheeks burned.
“And you will change from this dress, yes?” he continued.
“Uh, yeah, of course,” Caroline muttered.
“Louay, my man.” Lionel came up behind them suddenly and put a hand on each of their shoulders. “That’s the way. You rope in the ladies, and Lionel will close the deal. We’ll make a great team.” Louay laughed, his teeth a flash of white.
“Hey, Red,” Lionel said to Caroline. “I think some of your friends are looking for you. A hot Naomi Campbell type with a buzz-cut and a cute pregnant chick?”
“Oh, thanks,” Caroline started toward the patio doors, leaving Louay behind.
Caroline pushed open the patio door. Deep ujai breath, she said to herself, echoing the words of her yoga instructor. Inhale. Hmmm. Exhale. Haaaa.
She knew Louay was not trying to be hurtful. He just wasn’t used to the Canadian way of pussyfooting around the truth. He called it like he saw it, and she should be grateful that he was honest.
Hearing Maxine’s distinctive laugh coming from the living room, she put on her brightest smile and walked through the kitchen to greet her friends.
“Mimi, darling,” Max was saying, “What a cute little dress!” Mimi wore a distinctly nonplussed expression. “Cute” and “little” were to Mimi what “Carrie” was to Caroline. Hovering around 5 feet tall, Mimi was extremely sensitive about her diminutive stature.
“Hi, ladies!” Caroline said, inserting herself between Mimi and Max before Mimi could respond with a sarcastic comment.
“Caro! You look fierce, darling. So eighties revival. Chaka Khan meets Agnes Deyn,” Max gushed, air kissing her. “You two remember each other, of course,” she continued, reaching for Thurston’s arm.
“How could I forget?” Thurston smiled, pulling Caroline close for a kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, my dear,” he said.
“Oh! Yes, congratulations!” Tracy nudged Thurston aside and grabbed Caroline in a hug as tight as her belly would allow. “I am so happy for you, sweetie.”
“Thanks, Tracy,” she said. “Me, too.” And at that moment, her best friends beside her, she really felt it. She, Caroline Mulligan, who hadn’t had a relationship that lasted longer than a few months since college, was getting married. And having a baby, she reminded herself, as she looked at Tracy, running an hand over her own stomach.
“Darling, what is that you’re drinking?” Max asked.
“Oh,” Caroline looked down at her nearly empty glass. “Mimi makes the most amazing litchi martinis. This one’s a mocktail, of course.”
“Mimi,” Maxine said without looking at her, “I’ll have one of those. Fully loaded of course.” She turned to Thurston. “And one for my devastatingly handsome fiance?”
“Ahem.” Thurston took in Mimi’s dark expression. “I’m more of an ale man, myself. But let me help you, my dear.” Thurston extricated himself from Max and reached down to link a chivalrous arm through Mimi’s.
“Uh, sure,” Mimi chirped. She let herself be swept into the kitchen and out of firing range of Max.
“So,” Tracy said, reaching for Caroline’s hand, “Where is your fiancé?”
“Yes,” Max grabbed the other. “Where is this mystery man?” Caroline watched Max scanning the room for people of interest. Looking over Caroline’s shoulder, Max’s eyes suddenly brightened.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Tracy was saying, her voice filled with concern, “I mean, are you having any morning sickness?”
“No. Not yet,” Caroline answered, turning to see who Max was smiling at.
“I hope you don’t get it! I basically didn’t eat for a month. I guess in retrospect it’s a good thing. Imagine how big I’d be if I hadn’t had it.” Tracy laughed.
Caroline’s distracted chuckle came a beat too late. Max was looking at Louay, who was walking toward them. As if their recent exchange in the garden had never happened, a grin spread across Caroline’s face. He was just so damn good-looking.
“Louay!” Max called, waving and smiling brightly. “What on earth are you…” She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Caroline, the smile frozen on her face. “Louay,” she whispered. “Is he…are you…” Her eyes searched Caroline’s. Caroline nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
“Ah, here you are.” Louay put an arm around Caroline’s waist and pulled her close. Caroline melted into him, her earlier anger completely forgotten.
“Honey,” she looped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “I want you to meet my two absolute best friends in the world.”
“Girls, this is Louay,” her voice swelled with pride and giddiness, “my soon-to-be-husband.”
Louay flashed his pearly grin at Tracy and Max. “Insha’ allah. God willing,” he said.
“Um, of course you know Max,” Caroline continued, a bit nervously, putting her hand on Max’s crossed arms. Caroline had contemplated telling Max about Louay earlier, but she was worried Max might be a bit uncomfortable with her best friend dating one of her so-called team. She had wanted to be sure that it was the real deal, first.
Max wore an inscrutable expression, but Louay seemed unfazed. He had agreed with Caroline not to tell Max about their relationship but didn’t seem the least bit ruffled now. He winked at Max.
“Of course, Boss,” he said, putting his hands on her crossed arms and leaning in to kiss her cheeks. Max took a step back and held out her hand for him to shake, instead. She gave him a tight smile.
“Congratulations, Louay,” she said in the same chilly voice she used to address customer service representatives who had really messed up. “I should have put two and two together.”
“And this is Tracy.”
“Wonderful to meet you.” He bent down to kiss her cheeks and Tracy giggled. Caroline had never heard Tracy giggle.
“Oh, it’s wonderful to meet you too, at last.” Tracy gushed. “Caroline has been so secretive about you.”
“She certainly has,” Maxine said, silkily. The icy smile hadn’t left her lips.
Louay laughed and wrapped his arms around Caroline.
“Well, we have been busy,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
“Yes, indeed.” Max’s voice was flat, the humorless smile in place. What was up with that, Caroline wondered.
“Oh, well, I guess you would be!” Tracy laughed, “When I first met Nigel, we barely came up for air.”
“I remember!” Caroline exclaimed. “It was like you had disappeared off the face of the earth. Max and I were ready to file a missing persons report with the police.”
“Mm,” Max’s mouth curled up at the corners slightly. “Oh, speaking of remembering things, I’m going to be terribly gauche and talk shop. I don’t want to bore the rest of you, so I’ll just steal your groom for a moment.” She put her hand lightly on Louay’s arm and stepped between him and Caroline. “You don’t mind, do you Caro? I’ve just remembered,” she emphasized the word, “something rather important.”
Louay’s smile wavered for a minute, then returned. “Of course.” He looked at his watch. “But our taxi is waiting. I was just coming to tell you, habibati.” He slipped out of Max’s reach and grabbed Caroline’s hand. “We don’t want to miss our flight.”
“Ah! The taxi’s here already?” Caroline panicked. “I haven’t finished packing.” The slightest frown of annoyance flickered over his face then disappeared so quickly Caroline wasn’t sure she had seen it.
“You have your dress, your bikini, what else you need, hm?” He smiled suggestively, running a finger under the strap of her dress. Caroline beamed with pleasure.
“Yallah, I’ll help you,” he said, leading her upstairs. He paused halfway up and glanced down at Max. “You call me on my mobile, okay, Boss?” He mimicked holding a phone to his ear and flashed her a wink and a grin. Caroline widened her eyes and gave her friend an innocent what-can-I-do shrug. Max returned the shrug, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Too much Botox? Caroline wondered.
After Caroline and Louay hurriedly stuffed a few things into her silver hardback, she followed Louay down the stairs to the living room, carrying her wedding dress like a piece of rare art. Someone had called all the guests in for a final farewell to the soon-to-be-newlyweds. Caroline stood on the next to last step, her hands on Louay’s shoulders and scanned the crowd, looking for her two best friends.
Just then Lionel caught sight of her and, leaving the slender Asian girl he had been chatting up, pushed his way to the stairs. He gave Louay a playful punch on the shoulder and insinuated himself between the two of them.
Lionel put his fingers in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. “Tweeee-weeet!” All conversation stopped.
“Alright boys and girls, now that I have your attention,” Lionel, looping an arm around Caroline’s waist and giving her a surreptitious squeeze. “I propose a toast to Louay the Model and our just-looks-like-one head teacher Caroline Mulligan, alias Red.”
He waited for the applause to dissipate. Caroline looked over at Louay and raised her eyebrows. He smiled back at her, but she saw him nudge Lionel and whisper something to him.
“Okay, okay, man,” Lionel said, then addressed his audience. “ It seems Louay is very eager to claim his new bride – not that I blamehim – so I’ll make this a quick one.”
He raised his plastic cup of beer. Caroline looked out at the crowd of friends and colleagues and saw a range of emotions on their faces – wistfulness, envy, curiosity, nostalgia – and remembered the countless engagement parties and baby showers and weddings she’d attended in the past five years. Now, at last, it’s my turn, she thought.
“To the beautiful couple!” Lionel shouted. “May their marriage be as good as they look!” Lionel drained his beer as the crowd whistled and cheered. Louay gently pulled a reluctant Caroline down the stairs. It was her moment of glory and she wanted to savor it.
“Thank you for coming, everyone!” she yelled, smiling so hard she felt her cheeks would break. She waved and grabbed hands, like J. Lo on the red carpet, as Louay pulled her toward the open door. This is really happening, she thought. But she felt a little niggling something as she reached Mimi and Thurston at the door and neither Max nor Tracy had appeared.
Mimi grabbed Caroline in a quick hug, her thin but surprisingly strong arms wrapping around Caroline’s rib cage. She pulled back, still holding on to Caroline, and said, “You go, girl,” in a voice cracking with emotion.
“Here.” She thrust an envelope into Caroline’s hand and retreated behind Thurston to wipe her eyes. “We didn’t have time to buy a gift, but we did stick something in the card. Maybe this will pay for, like, a sleeve of your dress or something.”
“Yes, dear, you go,” Thurston said, deadpan, holding out two more thick, creamy envelopes. “From Tracy and Nigel and Maxine and myself. You really didn’t leave us any other option but to give you cold, hard cash. Not exactly heirloom material, I’m afraid.”
“I know,” Caroline apologized, casting one last glance into the villa. “Where are…”
“Caroline!” Louay shouted. He had taken their luggage to the taxi and was standing beside it, gesturing impatiently.
“I haven’t the faintest idea where Maxine and Tracy have got to,” Thurston answered, anticipating her question. He looked at her with sympathetic eyes. She smiled and shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Bye!” she shouted a final farewell to the crowd in the living room and rushed to the car, feeling the tiniest chink of disappointment in her moment of happiness that her best friends weren’t there to see her off.
Just as they were about to pull out into traffic, Caroline looked out the window to see Max sprinting toward the car with Tracy holding her belly and puffing behind her. Warmth flooded through Caroline’s chest as she watched her friends draw closer. She rolled down the window, letting the humid night air in, and yelled, “I love you guys! Bye!”, but the car was already moving into the stream of traffic. Caroline twisted around and looked out the back window, waving at her friends who had stopped at the curb, shoulders slumped in defeat.
She quickly rummaged around in her purse for her mobile, and finding it, flipped it open. The screen was blank. “Ah! My battery’s dead! Louay, can I use yours to call Max?” she asked.
Just then the distinctive crooning of the Egyptian pop star Amer Diab erupted through the confined space of the cab. It was Louay’s phone. Louay took one look at the caller ID on his phone and rejected the call, his face impassive.
“Who was that?” Caroline asked, curious.
“No one, habibati.” He reached for her hand. “Just this, what do you call them? Telephone salesmen?”
“Telemarketers?” Caroline offered.
“Yes. This telemarketer got my number somehow. He is calling me one hundred times everyday.” He handed the phone to Caroline. “I hope you know her number.”
“Louay!” Caroline laughed, unconvinced, “She’s your boss. You must have it in your address book!”
“Only the office number, habibati,” he said, apologetically.
Caroline scrolled through the names in his address book, but they were all in Arabic. She slumped back against the seat, frustrated but impotent. Louay nuzzled her neck, reaching for the useless phone in her hand. She held it tighter, not ready to give up.
“Habibatii,” he whispered, his voice seductive. “You will talk to them soon. This. Now. This is about us.” He was drawing feather-light circles on her palm with his finger. Caroline shivered as he traced a line from her hand, up her bare arm to her shoulder, neck and jaw. The phone dropped from her hand, forgotten.