Note : eventually, we are back to... the first lines of chapter 1... Already 22 chapters. And guess who will meet on the 23rd chapter ?
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Saturday, May 27, 1876, 6:00 p.m., Charleston, "La Mode Duncan" Headquarters
From the gate, they witnessed the setting up of the large white tablecloths, immediately garnished in the center with a bouquet of flowers. The employees were bustling about like ants, in accordance with a carefully planned staging.
A liveried servant stood at the entrance, ready to check the invitation cards when the festivities began.
It was Ella who proudly showed the three precious sesames. Tonight, her mother trusted her.
The man of ceremony, wearing the same impeccable uniform, welcomed the little family from Atlanta. Later, there would be two of them to guide each guest to their table, according to the numbered seating plan Blanche had submitted.
He had been warned in advance. As soon as Mrs. O'Hara showed up, he should direct her to the central building and notify Duncan Vayton of her arrival.
Scarlett's ears were assailed by a rustle of intermingled female voices coming from the second floor. Moments later, she saw Duncan Vayton striding down from his office.
"Scarlett, how happy I am that you three are finally here! "He clutched her hand, which she had spontaneously extended to him. His moustache brushed against it, like a caress.
"I am deeply touched that you have left "The Boutique Robillard" for a few days. I look forward to hearing from you about how the opening went and what the reactions were from the ladies in Atlanta. We'll talk about it after the show."
"And here is the heroine of the evening! "With his most elegant posture, he bowed to the little girl who had blushed under the compliment. The greeting with Wade was more formal and resulted in a manly handshake. The young boy wanted to maintain a cautious attitude towards his mother's new friend.
"Fanny, your model has arrived! "His voice carried upstairs. Immediately, his employee appeared at the top of the stairs.
Turning to Ella, Duncan calmly said, "It's time to turn you into a princess! Go to her. She's a very nice lady. »
Ella looked at her mother, then at her brother, as if to give herself courage. Stimulated by their comforting smiles, she ran to the seamstress.
Time was running out. In less than an hour now, the show would begin. And there was still officially no one to wear his flagship model - although Blanche, in the course of a sentence, pointed out that one of the models present had the right measurements to fit in, if need be.
Out of question that another that Scarlett put on the sheath of dream that he had fantasized during three days and three nights before being satisfied of his sketch. He was well aware to have taken a risk threatening the final bouquet of his representation, by betting on the effective presence of the young woman. But Scarlett O'Hara was worth it.
"Courage! "he urged himself.
His face took on a bored look. The young woman in front of him noticed the sudden unease. "What is it, Duncan? You're less than an hour away from your big win, and yet I get the feeling that something is bothering you. »
"Courage! "he repeated to himself.
"You are right. An incident may disrupt the party. The girl who was selected to have the honor of walking in the fashion house's masterpiece just twisted her ankle on the stairs. I don't know what to do. There would be a solution, but it would require exceptional cooperation on your part. »
His eyes wanted to send her a message, but Scarlett was faced with a riddle.
"I don't understand. How can I help you? »
One last time, Duncan stimulated himself.
"Courage! "It was now or never.
"Only you can get me out of this predicament. Scarlett, would you be willing to wear the flagship model of "La Mode Duncan" tonight?»
Stunned! She couldn't find any other word to analyze her reaction to this fantastic proposal. Had he lost his mind?
"Duncan, don't even think about it! It would be madness! Only a young woman used to showing off in fashion shows could meet your challenge. Besides, how would this custom-made dress conform to my measurements? »
In front of him stood a young woman of fire, showing an impetuosity to move mountains to support her conviction. A Scarlett far from the face of the charming lady that she had been willing to show him until now. Her eyes threw lightnings. She was more beautiful than ever.
"God! If this passion that irradiates her transfigures her so during love..." Duncan censored the rest of his ramblings. Shivers ran down his spine.
He resorted to the most reassuring modulations: "After the fifteenth model's forfeit, my assistant whom you met, Blanche Bonsart, immediately compared the sizes of the other participants. She had kept yours in her notebook. It turns out that your..." - he paused for a brief moment, embarrassed by the word - " "morphology" corresponds most closely to the cutting patterns. »
Scarlett seemed calmer. He took advantage of this, "As for the need to have experience for such a fashion défilé, my Dear, you have the bearing of a queen! »
The almost childlike assurance of the young man made her relax. "What a seducer! He knows how to find the right word to flatter me."
Her resolve seemed to waver when she suddenly remembered where she was, the most uptight city in the Old South. That meant she was going to be under fire from the whole of Charleston, from the sour talk of her Aunts and from those who had caught wind of the scandalous Scarlett O'Hara, including the Butler family. "Impossible! "she decided, mentally.
Throughout their discussion, her son had remained politely out of the way, having retreated to the huge adjacent showroom.
"Wade! " He came immediately to his mother's call. "We need to discuss business with Mr. Vayton. Could you leave us for a moment? I'm sure you'll be interested in the arrangements for the party in the garden. »
The boy was not at all convinced to abandon his mother when she was obviously nervous. The look he gave her was telling enough for Scarlett to understand.
"My protector! "She inwardly relished the chance to have a son who would be willing to defend her tooth and nail.
"Wade, it's fine. Go and distract yourself. " She allowed herself a caress on the cheek of the teenager who immediately pinked with surprise.
Reassured, he left the building.
"Duncan, I am honored by your offer. Unfortunately, I must decline it because I have decided to come here as a discreet spectator, to admire my daughter. "Regret transpired in her statement.
Duncan's world was in danger of collapsing. A lump of apprehension tightened his throat. He didn't understand. Then, suddenly, an explanation came to him, loud and clear: Rhett Butler. Scarlett was on Rhett Butler's territory and she was probably afraid of the gossip he had spread about her. Hence her reaction of wanting to blend in anonymously among the guests.
Slowly, as if afraid to frighten her, he took both her hands in his. The gentle warmth soothed them both.
"Scarlett, you were born to shine, certainly not to fade behind common people. I want you to be the queen of the evening, to be admired by everyone who matters in the good society of the Old South. " The more he spoke, the more enthusiastic his tone became.
She felt like letting her conviction carry her away. "Never has a man shown me such confidence as to display my presence before high society! Certainly not Rhett, who spent his time mocking my actions. And who was so ashamed of me that he kept me away from his own, so that above all I would not disturb the 'charm and grace' of his good city. »
Yet a scruple held her back. Duncan didn't know about the sulphurous scent Atlanta had given her, or the rumors, both false and true. She was risking, without his knowledge, tarnishing this gentleman's reputation, just by exposing him to "La Mode Duncan". No! He didn't deserve that!
"Duncan, I don't think I'm up to it. "She paused for a moment. Should she tell him everything, or simply refuse him outright? "You don't know… "She bit her inner lip.
He silenced her in her tracks. Of course he knew! And he would get past it. Never mind the backbiting. He had chosen her. Charleston would have to bend to his will - and to her.
"Don't say another word, my dear Scarlett. Have faith in me, have faith in yourself! Nothing can happen to you but to be the queen of the evening. »
Scarlett looked into his eyes. An intense blue, like a cloudless sky.
She stood straight, and squared her shoulders. In a clear and radiant voice, she finally told him what he had been waiting for since February 21: "I will be proud to present one of your creations tonight! »
Duncan had to hold back his emotion for a moment, but then he said. "Thank you for this wonderful gift, Scarlett. Would you please join your lovely daughter on the second floor? Blanche is waiting for you, along with the retoucher and the hairdresser. Don't worry, you'll have time to get ready."
As she listened intently, he continued: "Let me explain what is going to happen. Guests are required to be present by 6:45 p.m. at the latest. Latecomers will not be allowed to enter the property after 7:15 p.m. At that exact minute, the fashion show will begin. You will not appear until the end. In order to preserve the surprise, you and Ella will remain at the back of the large showroom. That way, you can enjoy the enchantment of the show from the front row, while keeping your appearance a secret. I think Wade will be happy to be with you then. "I have no doubt that your handsome young man will cherish the memory of the farandole of beautiful dresses and women all his life. Above all, he will be able to admire at his leisure the beauty of his little sister and his wonderful mother. »
Scarlett felt transported in an enchanted spiral. She could only look forward to admiring her daughter as a princess and slipping into the finery created by the famous couturier.
As she was about to climb the spiral staircase, she was stopped one last time by Duncan:
"Thank you, Scarlett. I'll see you, as will all the guests, after the other models have paraded. May I confess how much I am looking forward to this magical apparition? »
Scarlett graced him with her pretty dimples and went upstairs with a light step.
As she reached the top of the stairs, she looked up at the large octagonal skylight made of red and green stained glass. Joyful colors, like those which jumped to her eyes while penetrating in the vast room of fitting.
Immediately, she regained the coquettish frenzy of her sixteen years.
In front of her, through the large living room covered with light, were moving dresses, each more beautiful than the other. Scarlett did not pay attention to the young women who wore them. It was magic, where a debauchery of silks, velvets, satins, swayed elegantly, moved in an improvised ballet. The life-size dollhouse she would have dreamed of as a child.
Where was her daughter? Just as she was wondering, Blanche appeared from the next room. She greeted her with a big smile... and a huge relief. She could abandon the backup option she had prepared. Duncan Vayton's impromptu, preferred model was finally here.
"Hello Mrs. O'Hara, we've been looking forward to seeing you. Your beautiful little girl as well. Please come in this way. »
That's when she saw her, sitting in an armchair twice as wide as she was. She was waiting quietly, holding in her hand a beautiful porcelain doll, with red hair, dressed in a sparkling green dress. Ella Lorena in miniature!
Her daughter looked at her, eager to know her verdict. For the first time in her life, the complexed child of the late Kennedy had the confidence of a great one. Her mother's astonished eyes confirmed it.
"My dear, how pretty you are! " So uninclined to maternal impulses that she was awkward, Scarlett felt her eyes cloud over with emotion. Her hard features had softened over the past two years, highlighting her large green eyes. The raw red of her baby hair had deepened, giving her curls chestnut highlights. And tonight... Duncan was right: he had turned her little girl into a princess.
She confirmed it: "You really look like a highness. Let me admire you. »
Happy to be complimented by the person whose opinion mattered most, Ella stood up and slowly spun around, never leaving her twin doll. Her petticoat flew up under the effect of the rotation, so light was the ivory organza fabric. The shorter skirt, matched with the bodice of a green as tender as the first spring shoots, was in satin embroidered with gold threads on the hem, the belt and the contours of the blouse. A shower of small stars with silver thread gave the impression of having been poured by a celestial hand to sprinkle the dress with light. The hairdresser had trimmed her hair with two silver combs, whose teeth let slip silver twists.
"A true fairy tale heroine! I'm so proud of my little girl! "Scarlett admitted as she hugged Ella. Ella told herself that she was in heaven today!
The clock was ticking. The workshop director had given mother and daughter five minutes, but now it was time to get down to tough matters, the masterpiece of "La Mode Duncan"!
"Ella, my twins, Marguerite and Georgette, are very excited to meet you. Gina, their nanny, brought them into the next room with some other dolls. I'll keep this one for now, and give it back to you for the show. Your mother will stay 10 feet away from you in this room. Is that alwright with you? "Ella waited for Scarlett's signal before nodding.
Blanche recommended that Gina serve the girl an orangeade, taking care to protect her clothes with a large apron. "Better not to take any chances," Duncan's overzealous assistant commented inwardly.
"Mrs. O'Hara, come and discover the jewel that Mr. Vayton has designed for you.
Scarlett twitched at the last word she heard. But this was no time for questions. "Let's see what adornment the great artist has intended for his fifteenth model! »
The seamstress who had come to assist them lifted the protective cover. No sooner had she removed it than Scarlett let out an "Oh!" of dazzlement.
Amazed, she could not take her eyes off the garment hanging on the hanger. Duncan's assistant and her seamstress looked at each other, satisfied with the effect of the seven hundred hours of work of all the "little hands" of their fashion house. A healthy reward!
"Mrs. O'Hara, I'll help you undress. " With a few skillful manipulations, she quickly found herself in a chemise.
"I need to change your corset. "When Scarlett raised her eyebrow in question, the seamstress explained, "This model is cut lower under the chest than usual and hugs the hips. It has to because the neckline of the bodice is generous. »
What Haute Couture sophistication in this satin undergarment! As a new owner of a women's clothing business, Scarlett appreciated the embroidery of flowers and branches in silk thread, keeping the stays in place and creating a refined finish.
Duncan's imagination knew no bounds, or his knowledge of the woman's body was infinite to attach to such intimate details. At the thought, a shiver ran down her spine.
"Maybe I could buy designs inspired by this perfection, at a reasonable price for my Atlanta clients. »
A groan of displeasure ended her thought, for the dresser had just tightened the laces of her corset to the point that she gasped for breath for a moment. But Scarlett had been through much worse, back when she'd asked Mammy to squeeze as much of that torture trim as possible so she could parade around in the tightest dress of any girl in Clayton County.
It was now necessary to put on the bustle petticoat, equipped at the back with a row of cordelettes (*1). In this way, the back of the silhouette would not be prominent, avoiding the exaggerated effect of the famous "faux-culs" out of fashion for Duncan. On the contrary, it would allow the skirt to shape itself around the hips by rejecting the fullness of the fabric towards the back. A new technique, replacing the cumbersome crinoline, to make the posterior bounce in the most pleasing to the eye, and accentuate the swing of the train.
"With these attires, you will have, without any doubt, the prettiest arching among the young women who are going to parade this evening " assured her the professional of the fashion. Scarlett said to herself that, decidedly, this Blanche Bonsart was good company.
"Voilà !" (Here it is!), proudly proclaimed Blanche, gently lifting with the seamstress the long silk velvet skirt of a green as deep as a forest of fir trees. "The Charleston green" specified the Frenchwoman. In one year, she had perfectly absorbed the habits and customs of her city of adoption.
Scarlett had just the time to pass the pulp of the fingers on the braided frieze with the gold thread bordering the bottom of the train with looped cord edgings. It had in its center three oblong embroideries, surmounted by a large palmette with stylized oblique edges.
She held her breath as the crunch of the golden yellow overskirt draped her hips. "To perfection! " astonished she.
Tiny glass beads dotted the silk satin, symbiotically combined to form long grains of rice scattered across the fabric.
Scarlett watched every detail of this marvelous piece of Duncan Vayton's mind in the full-length mirror.
The ruffles were assembled between them by long ribbons embroidered with silver metallic threads. The two edges of the central ruffle were raised to calf height and joined in the middle of the skirt. As if by magic - and especially thanks to the talent of the high end seamstresses of "La Mode Duncan" - the drape fell into an elegant fan. (*2)
Above this artistic folding, a large palmette with twelve branches, replicating while amplifying the decoration adorning the center of the green train, alternated metallic silver threads and gold strands.
The two employees said nothing more, absorbed in their delicate task, aware that they were handling a work of art.
The workshop manager revealed another piece that was protected by tissue paper. Without a word, she showed it to her employer's favorite model. Looking into her eyes, which were shining with excitement, Blanche had no trouble understanding that the evening would be a success. If a coquettish young woman like her was swooning over their creation, no doubt the guests would have the same reaction.
It was a belt, of the same golden yellow tint, in fine silk, made up of two short gathered ruffles placed in top of the hips, the belly being thus released. At the back, the luxurious fabric fell in a train, halfway up the green velvet night.
Still assisted by the retoucher, Blanche placed the sophisticated corolla on the skirt. Through the mirror, Scarlett was amazed by the glitter of the fine round paillettes in gold brass, the others in green enamel, mounted on multiple ribbons, falling all around this dreamy accessory.
"And now, the masterpiece of Mr. Duncan Vayton! " The voice of the Prince of Haute Couture's assistant showed her pride in having participated in the creation of a work of art.
Assisted by Wallis, Blanche revealed the bustier to Scarlett, so that she could admire every detail. She didn't know where to look! The ivory satin bodice, fitted to the body like a corset, opened in the front. Its cut was so clear that the breasts were more than largely exposed.
On the iridescent satin were applied, like jewels, lightning thunders' shapes with three oblique branches, delicately embroidered with silver and gold metallic threads, and trimmed with tiny glass beads, emerald color and silver sequins. The cleavage was embroidered with gold on a precious emerald green tulle, with fibers so airy that the light absorbed almost all the color. To accentuate the jewelry spirit of the masterpiece of the great designer, real precious pearls were pending.
Scarlett hardly dared to touch the shoulder pads and armhole, on which gold and silver threads competed with a profusion of shiny metallic filaments, raised anarchically like a crazy grass agitated by the wind. The armhole, which completely cleared the arm, had taken the shape of a concave shell whose projections were consolidated with a braid of gold threads. Pearls escaped from the shell.
"What if my breasts don't fit this beauty? "Scarlett holds her breath. The bustier stuck magically to the slightest of her curves.
"What incredible luck that this beautiful dress fit me perfectly! »
Blanche scoffed gently, "It's at least what I expected since Mr. Vayton designed this dress specifically to your measurements. »
Scarlett did not hide her bewilderment. "When did he create this model? »
Without taking any notice, the discreet assistant of the fashion designer revealed what for her was a simple fact.
"The day after your visit to our workshops, Mr. Vayton imagined what you are wearing now. The sketch was ready in three days - even though he told me that he also worked on it at night. I appreciate his immense talent, but I must admit that I was surprised by this heightened creative inspiration! Especially since we already had a dress that was supposed to be named masterpiece of this collection. Being able to admire the result on you now, I am really happy, for the fame of our Couture Workshop, that my employer asked you to wear his flagship model! »
On this, she completed the dressing by fixing in the back a vaporous tulle in emerald green organza falling until the bottom of buttocks.
Scarlett didn't say a word after this inadvertent revelation. In her mind she was speaking to Duncan, "So, from the first time we met, you chose me. Using subterfuge to measure me from head to toe, even though it was a minor adjustment to a dress that had already been sewn. I won't be surprised now that the ballerina size is mine! »
At the same time, Blanche asked her to sit down and take off her shoes. She showed her the most exquisite slingback pumps she had ever seen. Made of fine leather and satin the same color as the dress, the front frame of the shoe was embroidered with gold metallic threads. A silver lightning bolt with green beads trimmed the top.
The young woman concluded that, indeed, the shoe fit her like a glove!
"We're almost done, Mrs. O'Hara. Would you mind putting on the satin gloves?"
They were ivory in color, and went up to the elbow.
"It will probably be more practical to remove them to participate in the meal. But they help give your outfit the elegance you represent. »
Scarlett smiles under the compliment.
"Voilà ! We are finished. Admire the work of Duncan Vayton! "she said in front of the mirror.
"The clock is ticking. We have twenty minutes left to perfect your hair. »
With a gesture, she called the hairdresser who had taken care of the other fourteen young women, not counting the pretty little girl with the red curls.
With a slightly wry look, she asked Blanche, "What does Mr. Duncan have planned for my hair? »
"He asked that your hair not be compressed by any bun. By the way, here is his sketch. »
It had been placed on a pedestal table, so that the hairdresser would follow her client's recommendations exactly.
At first glance, Scarlett was surprised by the artistic quality of the drawing. "Obviously, he has all the talents! "she thought with a touch of mischief.
Much better than a sketch to indicate the desired movement of the hairstyle, it was... her portrait! The shape of the eyes, the voluntary chin... " That's me! »
"Excellent visual memory! "Scarlett noted. The only thing he had to imagine, for lack of having seen them released, was the cascade of Scarlett's black hair...
For the next few minutes, Scarlett was able to reflect on the consequences of what she had just learned. Her experience with men quickly led her to one conclusion: Duncan had been under her spell since day one, so much so that he imagined a stranger representing the image of his prestigious Haute Couture label. And that ubiquitous green color... "All the other dresses - except two, if my observation is correct - have a blue dominance. The emerald green of the embroidery on my bustier, the dark green of the train, could it be to match my eyes? »
"That he has a soft spot for me, I had noticed it for a long time. But it's taking on different proportions now. Could he be in love? A very attractive man, for sure, young - much younger than Rhett... "Yes, but just as manipulative as Rhett! "she concludes.
And Ella in all this? "She was a strategy to get me to be here tonight, that's obvious now. Duncan has no desire to go into children's design. However, he took a big risk in assuming that I would accept. What if I had refused to come, simply because my new store was taking up all my time? It was a daring gamble that could have jeopardized the presentation of his flagship model. What madness! "Scarlett was stunned by the inconsistency of a seasoned businessman like him.
"One thing is certain. I'm not going to be maneuvered by any man, no matter how attractive he is. If Duncan doesn't tell me the truth after the show, ... »
Saturday, May 27, 1876, 7:00 p.m., Charleston, "La Mode Duncan" garden
The Battery's number 26 was now shining brightly.
The wall lanterns hanging from the railings on both floors of the piazza were lit. The exhibition rooms, lined on both sides with French windows, were so well lit by the chandeliers and wall lamps that the guests seated in the garden could easily see the silhouettes inside.
All around the large garden, cast-iron pillars, well anchored in their bases, carried cables from which wrought-iron oil lanterns were suspended at regular distances. The dance floor was perfectly lit. No question of making a false step in the dark!
Each table had at least one oil lamp, its hammered brass shining under the halo of the flame.
Many guests were present by 6:45 pm, as recommended in their invitation card.
"The excitement was mounting in Charleston's good society. At last, they were going to meet the handsome heir to the most venerable and ancient family in the Deep South and certainly one of the wealthiest families in America. So many mysteries surrounded Duncan Vayton, the great benefactor of the Cause and the new prince of fashion. "(note: first paragraph of Chapter 1.)
There had been no great festivities in honor of the heir to Vayton & Son Ltd. since his return from France a year and a half earlier. The family had been in a period of mourning, for the loss of the patriarch.
Tonight was a chance for South Carolina's posh crowd to see if the rumors were true.
Was he that talented? It was said that he had worked with the most famous French couturier and that his 1876 collection had been a great success in New York. The trade press was raving, calling him the new prince of American fashion. Charleston's finest society would be treated to an exclusive show of his new designs.
For those nostalgic for the Old South, his military exploits had been justly recognized by his peers. Like Aymeric Vayton and most of Charleston's wealthy families, he had contributed greatly to the financial needs of the Confederate army. It was even said that, thanks to his French spinning, many of our valiant soldiers had been able to benefit from new clothing, so rare because of the blockade.
Halfway through, the girls were dreaming. Was he as attractive as they said? And above all, they knew that he was a man who was still single at 36. So the girls fantasized about being the one who would make his heart beat, and who would have the chance to marry Prince Charming of Charleston.
From the street, the elegant notes of the orchestra could be heard. The pianist and the violinist were playing classical rhapsodies before the festivities began.
On their arrival, the horses were tightly tied up near the stables, and the vehicles were taken in charge in the courtyard. But very quickly, for lack of space, the drivers had to park buggies and carriages all along the Battery.
As Blanche had arranged, after the arrivals had shown their credentials by taking out their invitation cards, a staff member would precede them to their table.
As soon as they were seated, a tray was brought in with glasses and large jugs of water cooled by ice cubes. The orders had been formal. As soon as a guest was seated, the waiter in livery would rush to take the order for orangeade, iced tea, fine wines or whisky. Now it was the sommeliers' turn to bustle about and serve the fine wines Duncan Vayton had selected in style.
At 7 p.m., Blanche finished her inspection. At first glance, all the tables were now occupied. There would be few latecomers until 7:15.
She headed to the buffet. For now, there were only four baskets of fresh fruit. Hot and cold food would be served after the fashion exhibit. The cook at Magnolias' Mansion had handled the preparation of the various recipes chosen by Cathleen Vayton perfectly.
The French immigrant was touched when her employer told her that, as soon as the fashion show was over, she would join the guests. Her name appeared with that of his best friend, he pointed out. "A mark of attention that had warmed her heart.
The presentation of the fashion defile was calibrated, the choreography had been rehearsed the day before and this morning with the fourteen participants.
Blanche had five minutes to change in the second floor dressing room and get her hair ready with the help of the hairdresser.
At the Paxton table, Rebecca tried to smile, but her heart wasn't in it. Around her sat Duncan Vayton's childhood friends, all from "highborn" families. Them, of course, and two other couples. Next to John was an empty seat, designated, according to the name tag, for "Blanche Bonsart. A French woman? What did she mean to Duncan? A question Rebecca would have liked to have answered.
What worried her secretly was the presence, next to her, of Gladys and Petyr Matisson. The woman didn't interest her much. She was the same age as Duncan, and had been part of their youth group, sharing birthdays, games, jokes and arguments. Rebecca had never had any chemistry with her, watching for any attention her childhood friend might have given her rather than herself. Her face was common. More at all the least danger to benefit from the favors of the beautiful blond with the blue eyes.
Her husband was ten years older than Rebecca. A businessman juggling stocks, acquisitions, corporate failures. It didn't matter to him. He had no scruples. All that mattered was the profit he made... and Rebecca.
They had met at the wedding of the Matisson couple, ten years ago. At the reception, the young groom was captivated by the beautiful Rebecca, already married for a year. Shocked by his advances on the very day of his union with her childhood friend, John's sister resisted until, on a day when her husband had been particularly hateful, she accepted an invitation to lunch from Petyr. He had chosen an auberge outside the city. He consoled her and managed to invite her to one of the upstairs rooms, which he had rented... at the time of the table reservation.
A chaotic relationship followed. He was passionate and pushy, even reckless in the presence of Gladys or Rebecca's husband. Rebecca did not feel anything, but she recognized that he was a vigorous and talented lover. After her widowhood, Petyr expected their clandestine meetings to be at least weekly. This was the case for two years. Then Rebecca moved on, or rather to someone else. Petyr insisted, to no avail.
Now, tonight they were gathered around a table, he sitting next to her, his thigh stretched dangerously towards her knee. The evening was going to be difficult...
Just as she thought this, the ominous birds flew away as Duncan approached the table. Her beautiful Duncan, so perfect, and even a better lover than Petyr!
While Scarlett was discovering her dream outfit, the young designer had taken the opportunity to make a quick trip to his house to change. "Of a crazy elegance" judged his mistress, "a suit cut to his measure, obviously".
His pants were light gray with thin dark green stripes. His ceremonial jacket, of the same shade of gray, was embellished with a silk ribbon of a heightened gray, trimming the cuffs and the collar. The back ended in a tailcoat. The discreet fan-folded silk pouch was the same radiant blue as his eyes. Every detail had been carefully chosen, right down to the faceted cut crystal buttons, a brilliant emerald green. The same color as the silk vest that fit his athletic figure so well, fastened with jeweled buttons with silver metallic threads. The lavaliere could have been considered almost too feminine, made of lustrous Charleston green silk, on which had been applied fine pearl lightning bolts, surrounded by silver threads - the same lightning bolts as those on the bustier worn by his model. The young man radiated virility and could afford precious ornaments worthy of the artist's originality.
He decided to make a brief foray to greet his guests. Three tables, set close to the piazza and the stairs, were the epitome of Duncan Vayton's "world. The one in the middle was reserved for his family and his mother's friends. To their right were the two generals and two colonels, heroes of the old Confederate Army, with their wives, and his two most valiant officers who had served under Lieutenant Colonel Vayton.
The other large table, on the left, was filled with South Carolina's Democratic politicians. The friendships and preferences of the heir to Vayton & Son Ltd. were known to all, and he availed himself of them. The Old South, its lifestyle, and its defeated army would always be in his heart. He would raise money for them to counter the current governor, Daniel Henry Chamberlain. (*3). Beside them sat the mayor of Charleston, the president of the charitable foundation named for his father, the administrator of the Vayton Group, and his partner in the spinning mill.
After a brief greeting to the guests he knew, a smile to the best Charleston families his mother knew, all he had to do was hug his best friend, John Paxton, the beautiful Rebecca and his other childhood friends.
He was not more talkative with them, for time was short, and they would have other opportunities to talk. He was vaguely apprehensive of a reproach. This happened.
"Duncan, congratulations on organizing the party. Needless to say, my eyes will be delighted to see your creations on the bodies of the young, beautiful models you've invited! "John finished his naughty hint with a wink to his friend.
"But I have a reproach for you, on behalf of my dear sister. I know you have been very busy with your collection, but you are exaggerating! How could you abandon us for over three months? Rebecca kept asking about you." He looked at his sister with amusement.
Duncan didn't dare meet his lover's eyes. Well, "former lover," because he couldn't imagine touching any other skin than the one he'd been lusting after since February.
With a friendly pat on John's back, he assured him, "I'll have more time for you now. We'll agree on a date to party one night. »
With that, he left them, leaving Rebecca to her cogitations. "Three months without him in my bed. Let's put it down to an excess of work. I've waited long enough. After the ball, my beautiful Duncan, you will succumb to my charms again! »
The latter passed in front of the orchestra. He said to the banjo player with a firm look on his face: "You have taken note of my instructions, haven't you? At 7:15 p.m. sharp, I want you to start playing the specified scores, according to the planned sequences. I'm counting on you! »
Finally, the opening of the festivities was approaching! The accumulated work and tension of the last few months should have weighed on his shoulders. Instead, a rush of adrenaline gave him the energy of his twenties.
What a journey since 1865 and his installation of "La Mode Duncan" at 9 rue de la Paix in Paris! A friend of the famous Worth, having dressed the most famous ladies of old Europe, now a favorite of rich American millionaires who dreamed that he would dedicate one of his creations to them, he would receive, during this evening, the praise that was closest to his heart, that of his peers, the noble families of the Old South. "The ultimate consecration, my reward, will be to read the pride in Scarlett's beautiful eyes when she wears the dress I dedicated to her! »
The Vayton table was bustling. Cathleen was happy. She had mourned her husband's death with sincerity. Like any Southern lady, she had shown resilience, for the sake of her two children. Thanks to their daily renewed attentions, Widow Clayton had regained her strength. And what better remedy than to witness her son's success in front of all her Charleston acquaintances!
Next to her sat Eleonor Butler. It was a real comfort to be neighbors. Even when their associative obligations took over, they found a moment of respite to share tea, exchange information about their common knowledge, and dream together about the possible marriage of their offspring.
Rosemary Butler was sure she was going to have a good time. She had already spotted one of her friends among the guests, and the presence of the dynamic Melina and Roselyne promised a lot of recreational gossip and a successful party.
Even if the Butler family's presence was incomplete. With bitterness, Rosemary once again regretted her brother's stubborn nature. Despite the combined efforts of the two Butler women, he had remained reclusive in his library instead of accepting their neighbor's invitation.
Before she left the house to go to Duncan Vayton's reception, she thought for a moment that he would flinch, reminding him that Roselyne would be there, and that a little friendly, sincere warmth would be a balm to his dull life. She had ended her plea by reproaching him, in a bitter tone: "You say you love us, but you do nothing to show it. Mother would have been so proud to be on her son's arm tonight. I'm sure she dreamed that you asked her to dance! You're selfish! "He had seemed to be taken aback, even touched by his sister's emotion. But he had not followed them.
"What a waste! It's so frustrating to watch him fade away day by day, week by week. And why? For whom? Certainly not, I hope, for that infamous Scarlett, unworthy of having borne the Butler name. It is fortunate that he never had the idea of imposing her scandalous presence among our good Charleston society! »
Next to her, the cheerful Melina was looking forward to it. „How I can't wait to finally admire the beautiful dresses created by my brother! And then, we will open the ball. The repertoire of songs chosen already makes me want to sing." Secretly, she dreamed that Alexander Dean would invite her to dance. He would be present with his parents. She had received their confirmation card. Her heart beat a little faster at this thought.
Her new friend Roselyne, sitting next to her, was trying to put on a brave face and take an interest in the conversation. But she was boiling with frustration. Rhett wasn't there tonight!
When Melina had invited her and told her that the Butler family would be there, she was so excited! Dancing on Rhett Butler's arm in front of all her friends who would die of jealousy, she was sure of it! For Melina was so blinded by her adoration that she didn't realize that, for the vast majority of her classmates, he was past the age of being their father. He was old. A fatal flaw for them, except for Roselyne Tucker.
"It's been so long that I secretly love him! " A platonic love of course, but which made her vibrate since her teenage years.
She was fourteen years old when she first heard about Rhett Butler. Friends of her parents were extolling the exploits of a famous blockade breaker who belonged to a respectable Charleston family. But they suddenly lowered their voices. Not enough for Roselyne to hear the word "scandal" and "girl".
In her fanciful imagination, this novel character had everything to please her. A reckless adventurer, a little dangerous, and seductive according to what she learned later. Because Roselyne did not give up her teenage fixation over the months and years. She began to be courted by boys of good family of her age, but, deep down, only one was important. She watched for the slightest rumor, his marriage in Atlanta, the birth of his daughter, then her death, a bad marriage, a promiscuous wife. Any semblance of information rekindled the mystery. Oh, if only she could meet him! And then, by the greatest of coincidences, she accompanied her parents to a tea party given by Eleonor Butler. What luck! When she saw Rosemary, she knew she had to make a friend out of her to get closer to her brother. When she finally met him, she almost fainted with emotion, but she managed to hide her feelings and gave him her most smiling look.
The first times their hands had brushed against each other... Such moments of ecstasy... So little physical contact, and her body was already on fire! Two years ago, she had felt that their friendship was evolving. Rhett was being seductive, sometimes even saucy, which delighted her. Until February, she remembered very well, when he had begun to isolate himself. In spite of his many visits to Roselyne, she had not crossed any more.
Knowing that the Vaytons were the Butler family's closest neighbors, she was delighted to meet Melina. Perhaps Melina could provide valuable information about the elder Butler son's daily life because of the proximity of their homes.
When Melina had given her the invitation card to their reception, specifying that the Butler family would be at their table, the girl's romantic heart had beaten very fast. Finally!
But the party was about to begin. Rhett Butler's chair was empty.
Duncan checked the time on his pocket watch. 19h10. He approached the head table. And breathed a big sigh of relief. Although he had little fear that Rhett Butler would be there. His mother had made it clear to him that, despite Eleonor's pleas, Butler wanted to remain reclusive.
He kissed his mother on the forehead. She admired his outfit: "How proud I am to have such a beautiful and elegant son! "He kissed her hand in gratitude.
"The waiter took good care of you, didn't he? »
Melina said for all of them: "Yes, we chose a lemonade. Refreshing as can be before entering the heat of the festivities! »
Cathleen directed her gaze to the five empty seats. Where are your three guests? Your client couldn't make it? »
Duncan looked mysterious. "You'll see them after the show. I've got a surprise for you! Excuse me, it's time. In three minutes, the fashion défilé will begin. I'll see you later! »
He went near the steps, and turned his back towards the piazza. In a minute, the orchestra would play its score.
The sound of a chair being moved, a waiter running to take the last order before 7:15 pm.
"A double whiskey, please! »
Mrs. Butler made a face of apprehension.
"If he starts with a double whiskey..."
Notes on Chapter 22
(*1) Petticoat with turn, equipped with the back of a row of cords (*1) arranged in garlands on a thick cotton, stiffened by a thread. The more the braid of cord is unbuttoned, the more the "false ass" is distended - ref: advertising of American magazine, costumes-urbains com - /?p=86
(*2) This Worth dress is later than the 1876 parade given by Duncan Vayton. But it is so beautiful that I made an exceptional temporal digression, because Scarlett had to wear it! Dress created by Charles Frederick Worth (1825-1895) for Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt II at the William K. Vanderbilt costume ball on March 26, 1883. Called "Electric Light", in honor of Thomas Edison's invention. A battery built into the dress lit a bulb in a torch that Alice Vandelbilt could lift over her head like the Statue of Liberty. (See photos on the Museum of the City of New York page mcityofny redgold .
(*3) November 1876 elections in South Carolina - ref. wikepedia 1876 South Carolina gubernatorial election
Disclaimers : I do not own the story and the characters of Gone with the Wind which belong to Margaret Mitchell. I created the « world » of Duncan Vayton and Blanche Bonsart.