Consequences

wouldn’t spoil Tony’s surprise.
    The dinner party began to wind down about ten thirty, at which time the gentlemen announced that it was time to celebrate Tony’s last night of freedom. They headed to the lower level for cognac, cigars, and some serious poker. Tony should be prepared to lose more than his freedom. He would be losing some serious money during their tournament. “Ladies do not wait up.”
    It was MaryAnn who said they would be doing their own celebrating with Claire, back at Claire’s house. Catherine had martinis waiting at the indoor pool and hot tub. Her driver was taking them all back to the estate.
    Tony and Claire kissed good night and were told that they couldn’t see each other again until the ceremony. While getting their coats, Emily whispered to Claire, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. You really do have a life and wonderful friends.” Claire hugged her sister.
    The ladies all went back to the estate, put on bathing suits, and partied in the hot tub. Claire decided that Courtney and MaryAnn were teenagers in adult bodies. Tony worried so much about appearances, yet watching these two reputable women dance and sing in their bathing suits Claire believed that a little cutting loose was acceptable. Just because she believed it didn’t mean she felt comfortable enough to do it. The reason her bachelorette party was at her house wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t want Tony watching her dance and sing inappropriately when he reviewed his surveillance. She enjoyed watching and sipping her drink.
    Late into the night the subject of sex came up. It was Emily who after consuming a few too many martinis asked Claire, “Are you really okay with marrying a man so much older? What if he can’t keep up?” Claire smiled bashfully and said she didn’t think that was a problem. She tried desperately to change the subject.
    Emily slept that night in Claire’s suite. John returned to the estate after staying at the Simmonses’ home with the men for the bachelor party activities. He slept in their room, but Claire and Emily wanted some sister time . It was like being little girls again. They giggled until early morning. At almost eleven Catherine came into the suite and woke them. She brought lots of coffee and breakfast. After they each showered the parade of pampering began.
    The forecast was correct. The sky was a brilliant sapphire blue with reflective colorless snow covering everything. The grounds crew diligently worked to clear the drive and plenty of parking spaces. The temperature was cold, in the midtwenties, yet the sun shone all day. Claire didn’t want to risk seeing Tony and chance bad luck . Therefore, she didn’t leave the suite until it was her time to walk down the aisle.
    They received a massage, manicure, and facials. While the beauticians worked tirelessly on their hair, Catherine brought them more food. Claire said she was too excited to eat. Catherine wouldn’t listen. “Ms. Claire, I will not be responsible for you fainting during the ceremony. You must eat.” Emily smiled, happy that Claire had Catherine to take care of her.
    By four thirty Catherine, Courtney, and Emily began to help Claire get into her dress. First was the long full slip that provided the fullness necessary for the satin gown. The gown then went over the slip. The bodice was fitted and altered to perfection for Claire’s slim, petite figure. The dress was strapless. However, the accessory that had persuaded Claire to choose this dress was the intricate lace overlay that created transparent three-quarter-length sleeves and a long train. The lace of the veil complemented the overlay. The beautician created a sweeping hairstyle that made the perfect niche for the veil to be attached.
    The lace overlay created an off-the-shoulder look that truly didn’t need jewelry. However, Emily had brought a string of pearls. They belonged to Shirley, Emily and Claire’s mother. She wore them in her wedding to their father, as had Emily when she wed John. It was the old and the borrowed of the wedding tradition. After Claire dressed, the photographer entered her suite to take some special photos of her and her ladies. She wore a blue garter and supposed her dress was new .
    Prior to the ceremony there was a knock at her door. Courtney went to the door. “Tony, you are incredibly handsome but you cannot be here.” The first thought that ran through Claire’s mind was Tony knocked. He never knocked on her door