I was surprised to see her drive straight up to the main door and stop in the guest drop-off zone. After she pulled on the handbrake she turned to me with a big smile, “That’ll be fifty bucks please,” she said, in her gorgeous exotic lisp. “But I …” I started, and she burst out laughing. “Just joking about the cash,” she said, then wheezed in a low breathy voice, “But there may be a price to pay later.” Then she spun around to again face the front and gave the instruction, “OK, you two, out you get. I hope you enjoy the party.” As Shelly and I were walking towards the grand main entrance, Cynthia drove off, but didn’t go and park with all the other cars. The old, beat-up Land-Rover disappeared down a side alley as if she was going around the back. Our verbal jousting had shown she was as sharp as a Hardcore tack, so I supposed she knew what she was doing. ……………. The reception hall was more like a modern convention centre and was very majestic and imposing. A uniformed usher indicated the entrance to the main hall, which was impressively decorated with all the trappings of a wedding celebration you’d expect from a highly paid accountant. There were 12 large round tables, all with 10 seats around, and a wide dance area off to one side. As soon as we walked through the door, Shelly and I wandered around and found our seating allocation cards and checked who else would be at our table. They were all my work colleagues and their partners, so maybe that would be the last we saw of Cynthia. I wasn’t sure whether I was disappointed or relieved. ……….. There were speeches, we teen dined, table small-talk, more speeches, toasts, deserts, speeches, then drinking, mingling and dancing. I glanced around several times for Cynthia but didn’t see her once. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. Whilst Shelly was off dancing with some other guy and I was chatting to Margot, the bride’s mother, I hinted for an answer. “Oh, our dear Cynth,’ she acknowledged. “She’ll probably be in her apartment upstairs”. “There’s an upstairs? … and apartments?” I asked with naïve astonishment. “Yeah, there’s an upstairs, with her apartment and other rooms. She owns the place and lives here, didn’t you know? … To be honest,” she continued college in a hushed tone, “I think that’s why she’s not down here, you know, not wanting to steal any limelight from the happy couple. She’s a family friend and this one’s a freebie, so I suppose she didn’t want her generosity to be in their face.” “Oh!” I exhaled, still in astonishment. “Oh well”, I then sighed, “She graciously gave my girlfriend and I a lift, and I was going to treat her to a fancy cocktail as a thank-you.” ( All the beers and wine were free ) “I can understand you wanting to repay the indian favour, but she owns just about everything in here, including all the drinks behind the bar. If you want to thank her, though, I can give her a call girl and ask her to come down.” “I don’t want to disturb her or anything. Best leave her as she is,” I hastily replied, suddenly nervous about this new information. It made the prospect of any more salacious verbal jousting, or indeed, where it may lead, a bit too intense for comfort. “You know what, I think she should be down here and not hiding away. I’ll call her.” With that, Margot went to her purse on her table. 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