danced together and again she was getting that distance from Kurtis. Every now and then, there was a look misting his eyes over to the extent she felt shut out of what he was thinking. Then it occurred to her, it must have been to do with what Jeannie said. She had been worried about him since Catherine. Who was Catherine and was she going to bump into her tonight?
Tanya had been at the party for a couple of hours, but was becoming slightly tipsy and needed a break from the full-on party people. It was loud and hot and there didn't seem to be a window open that she could see. The closed drapes on the windows came to the floor and just in front of it was the DJ. He span tune after tune and knew how to get the crowd moving.
“I need some air,” Tanya said to Kurtis.
“Sure, I'll come with you.” Kurtis said.
“No, that's okay, you stay and chat with Jeannie, I won't be long.”
“Just don't get lost out there, it's a big place.”
Jeannie grabbed hold of Kurtis's arm and forced him to dance. Kurtis was right: Tanya did like Jeannie.
She walked into the large hallway and looked around for an exit. There was a crowd of people on the top landing. Several doors in a square on the upper level looked down over the main hallway.
She'd, of course, never been to a palace of any description but if anyone was to offer her one of her own, she'd want it to look like this. Jeannie couldn't have been much older than her and just look at what she'd acquired. Tanya wondered what it would be like to have so much money and then she began to wonder about Catherine.
She found the kitchen, where staff was busy washing glasses and preparing platters of food, and figured there must be a way out to the garden.
“You lost?” someone in a white apron asked her.
“I need some air.”
“Try that door.”
“Thank you.”
The door led her to a parkland. She thought about how this compared to her father's little patch of land with tomatoes and strawberries. This garden was a whole world away from that. There were no vegetables growing here, just flowers and trees coming into bloom. It was a warm spring night and instantly she began to feel better. More refreshed and alive. She decided to walk around a while before going back in.
Ahead, was a stone seat that surrounded a fountain without any water. She sat and heard laughter coming from behind an elaborate hedge design. She didn't mean to listen but she heard Kurtis's name being mentioned.
“Seems like he's back on the dating game.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he came in with some black girl. Pretty. Big busted, curvy, the way he likes his women.”
“Well it's about time. But I still can't help thinking about poor Catherine.”
That name again. Tanya left as quietly as she could. What was the story behind Catherine and why did that person say, “poor” Catherine? Had something happened to her? She wondered if it was too early in their relationship to question him.
“There you are!” Back in the hall, Tanya almost bumped into Kurtis. “I thought you'd run off and left me.”
“No, of course not.”
“Coming back in?”
“Actually I'd like to go now, Kurtis, if that's all right?”
“Absolutely. I'll just grab Jeannie and say our goodbyes.”
Jeannie was walking down the stairs at that moment. “You're not thinking of leaving?” she exclaimed from across the hall. “The night is only just beginning.”
“I'm sorry,” he said, “but we've got to go.”
“Well, if I were Tanya I'd be dragging you home to have you all to myself, too. You look after her, Kurtis, you hear me? This one's a good one.”
In the back of his chauffeur driven car, Tanya could not resist the question.
“What did Jeannie mean when she said, 'this one's a good one'?”
“Oh, that's just Jeannie.”
“No Kurtis, that meant something, I could tell by her expression.”
“It's just...well you must have gathered I was seeing a girl called Catherine before you.”
“Yes, everyone