September
At end of
September there was a fancy dress ball at the Barnabus
Manor Hotel and there was a large group of guests attending the occasion
from St Adelaide’s Reflection and Healing Retreat and among them was Sous Chef
Madelaine Colgate.
The party was
in full swing when she arrived, she’d been to visit her sick mother in hospital
and then she had car trouble, so she was much later than she’d anticipated and
after stopping at home first to get into her costume she was very, very late.
But she knew he
wouldn’t be angry when he saw her in her costume because even she thought she
looked gorgeous dressed as Vestal Virgin.
But despite how
good she looked when Maddie walked into the Hotel ballroom it appeared that she
was not only arriving late, but she was also too late to save her engagement as
she found her fiancé Bob otherwise engaged in a very passionate kiss with her best
friend Angela.
If Maddie had
been surprised by what greeted her in the Ballroom when Spiderman was kissing
Marilyn Monroe, it was nothing compared to Spiderman’s surprise when Maddie
kicked him in his spidie testicles and there was definitely a look of surprise
on Angela’s face a split second after Maddie slapped it.
Leaving Bob
doubled up on the floor unable to speak and Angela with a scarlet handprint on
her face, Maddie stormed out of the hall like a Goddess with her Roman cloak
and flaming red hair streaming behind her.
Madeleine left
the ballroom at speed and rushed out through reception and went out through the
front entrance like a heat seeking missile and shot straight down the steps and
out into the car park without stopping and ran straight into Marcus Worthington,
who was late arrival himself and was at that moment lost in thought as he
walked the other way and after the collision they both ended up in a heap on
the floor.
“Why don’t you
look where you’re going you bloody idiot” she screamed, followed by a string of
expletives.
Marcus totally
ignored Maddie’s angry remarks and chose instead to consider, as he looked at
the striking red head in the red cloak, what had upset her.
“Are you ok?”
he asked with concern and with an appraising eye.
She looked
confused at first, because she had been very rude to him and he was being nice
in return, and then she opened her mouth to launch another tirade of abuse at
him but dissolved into tears instead.
Marcus then
took her in his arms and comforted her while she cried her pitiful tears as
they sat in the darkness on the tarmac of the car park.
After five
minutes or more he helped her to her feet and with his arm around her shoulder
he said
“Come inside
and get warm.”
“Ok” she
responded meekly as she continued to sob and dribbled on his cloak sleeve as he
guided her.
Vestal Virgin
and the Centurian sat in a quiet corner of the hotel bar warmed by brandy and
the glow of kindred spirits, he listened intently as she spoke of her sadness
and reason for her rage, and as he in turn spoke words of comfort to her in
return, and their hearts became inexorably entwined.
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