Rachel's POV
Ronnie visited me three times a week for two months; then he started staying over at night, going as far as to bring with him the shirt of Ron's that I used to wear at night. If I'm honest I enjoyed being back in the same bed as Ron, it was nice to have a strong man wrapped tightly around you, keeping you safe.
I knew Ronnie wanted to take our relationship that one step further, but I said that whilst he was still sleeping with his boyfriends and attending sex parties, my bare body was off limits. I knew he didn't want to suppress his bi-sexual nature, but I was bi-sexual as well; if I could stay loyal to my man, my man could stay loyal to me. Another agreement was that Ron was to see a psychiatrist, and sure enough, he started seeing one at Harley Street twice a week.
On the third month, we began commuting between London and Southend together. We would spend two days in London, one in Southend, two days in London, one day in Southend, and so on and so forth. Caitlan and Ron announced that they were getting married. Compared to the wedding with Frances, Ron was fine with the wedding with Caitlan. I suspect this is because he wasn't as attached to Reg as he used to be; he had me to cling onto. Ron was to be best man and I was to be chief bridesmaid.
It was the big day. 26th November. That was the day to remember. Reg was waiting at the end of the isle, Ron right behind him, looking absolutely delectable, I must point out. As us bridesmaids walked up the isle, Ronnie only had eyes for me. I wonder how long it'll be before Ron and eye take that next step.
Throughout the entire affair, Ron and I couldn't take our eyes off each other. And after the ceremony, we walked down the isle arm in arm, was this foretelling future events? At the reception, we were seated next to each other. It was quite funny actually because I am a fussy eater, always have been, so I kept switching plates with Ron so that he could eat anything I didn't like, much to the amusement of the bride.
Soon it was time for the speeches. Ron started off with saying how he remembered first meeting Caitlan and saying how he had always liked her, to a degree. He then wished that they would remain happy for a long time. He then started on a long speech about how beautiful I was dressed and how much he loved me.
"Take a look at the chief bridesmaid everyone, look how lovely she is today. Don't you agree everyone? My girlfriend is just lovely today. Three cheers for Rachel, my sister-in-law and the other half of me, my identical twin brother, Reginald Kray."
It was then time for the slow dance. The married couple took to the floor, dancing to 'Can't take my eyes off of you'. Ronnie came over to me with champagne for him and an orange juice for me.
"I know you don't like to drink on your medication, so I bought you this."
"Thanks."
"How do you think I did, honestly?"
"I thought you were superb, darling."
Ron pulled me close to him, his arm wrapping round my shoulder and mine round his back. We watched the couple have their first dance, giving each other the occasional kiss, whist Ron and I gently swayed to the music.
"So when are you going to dance with me Mr. Kray?"
"I was thinking about asking you right after you've kissed me."
We snogged each other for about a minute and then walked out onto the dance floor. We started off we one hand on the shoulder, but soon wrapped ourselves round each other, desiring the closeness. I rested my head on his chest as he whispered the lyrics to 'In the arms of the angel' into my ear.
We were due to stay in a hotel that night. Ronnie and I, obviously, were sharing a large, king size bed, complete with hot tub and wine – but Ron knew I refused to drink on my medication, so he had arranged for me to have juice. My Ronnie knew me well, and he was trying every effort to prove he loved me; I hadn't even seen him make a move on his boyfriends, three of which were at the wedding. I was so proud of him. And I had decided I was going to show him how appreciative I was.
That night, for the first time, Ronald Kray and I slept together.
