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Rendez-Vous in Cannes. Jennifer Bohnet
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isbn 9781838891473
Автор произведения Jennifer Bohnet
Жанр Юмористическая фантастика
Издательство Ingram
Unprepared for the feelings he’d stirred in her, Anna was wary when he telephoned the next day, inviting her to the theatre, but within days she knew she’d fallen unequivocally in love with him. The realisation in the following week that Leo felt the same way about her had been, and still was, overwhelming.
Anna smiled at the memory of their first meeting; the way they’d just clicked. Within days they were acting like lovesick teenagers.
Unexpectedly, too, she’d found herself being accepted as part of a family when Leo introduced her to his two grown-up children, Luke and Alison, who unselfishly welcomed her presence in their father’s life, pleased to see him happy again. With her own parents dead for years, it was a long time since Anna had had anything resembling a family unit in her life. Leo and his children were everything a proper family should be. Loving and close to each other and, importantly, there for each other. A real loving family, the like of which she’d long ago stopped wishing for in her own life, knowing it was an impossible dream.
Wandering around the grounds of Marshland House, stopping to smell and admire the beautiful display of rhododendrons of different colours that were everywhere, Anna tried to banish all thoughts of Leo and concentrate instead on this latest film she was working on, In the Shadow of Mrs Beaton. A costume drama based on the life of a little-known Victorian culinary expert, Mrs Agnes Marshall. Even in pre-production days, it was already stirring up a lot of interest. With a script written by a famous writer and a couple of big name stars being approached to play the principal roles, it was being tipped for box office success.
Anna’s mobile rang while she was standing looking out over the lake that was part of the landscaped gardens to the rear of the house. Leo.
Taking a deep breath, Anna answered the phone trying to speak naturally, but, try as she might, she’d never yet managed to stop her heart thumping or her hands shaking whenever she heard or saw Leo. This time was no different. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone since those long ago giddy days of her first love.
‘Hi, how are you, my darling? Have I told you how much I miss you when we’re not together?’
‘Missing you too.’
‘Is the house all the agent promised it would be?’ Leo asked, knowing how important it was for Anna to find the right location.
‘If the inside of the house is as good as the outside and the grounds, it will be perfect,’ Anna told him. ‘I’m glad I made the effort to come today. At least it’s one less thing to worry about while I’m in Cannes.’
‘Ah, Cannes,’ Leo said. There was a slight pause before he continued, ‘I sincerely hope you know what you are doing, Anna my darling. Going back and raking up the past is not always a good idea.’
Even from two hundred miles away, Anna could hear the concern in his voice.
‘Leo, I have no intention of “raking up the past”, as you put it. I’m simply going to the film festival. I know I’ve managed to avoid it for forty years, but it’s time to lay the past to rest now. Besides, how could I refuse to go this year? I know I’ve been in the business for what seems like forever, but it’s the first time since I started my own company five years ago that one of the films I’ve been production designer on, is “In Competition” at Cannes. This year I have to be there for the premiere of Future Promises. No excuse will be acceptable.’ Anna hesitated. ‘And, there are certain ghosts I have to lay for both our sakes, Leo.’
She heard Leo sigh softly down the phone. ‘I just worry about you pulling the past into your present. I don’t want you to be hurt.’
Anna smiled. Picturing Leo and longing to feel his arms around her, she said softly, ‘I know. You are still joining me, aren’t you?’ she added anxiously. ‘I’m so looking forward to our first holiday together and I can’t wait to show off my own handsome leading man on the red carpet.’
‘Of course I’m coming and I’ll be there as soon as I can get away,’ Leo promised. ‘But right now I must go. I’ll ring you tomorrow to make sure you’ve arrived safely. Love you.’
‘Love you too,’ Anna smiled happily to herself, her hands trembling as she switched off her phone.
Looking out over the countryside, Anna sighed, her fingers toying with the chain of the gold locket that she rarely took off. Was Leo right inferring she was tempting fate returning to Cannes after all these years? Her nemesis was certainly powerful enough to rear up in protest and throw the errors of her past into her present – maybe even destroy the future with Leo. It was a risk, though, she had to take to ensure a second chance at happiness. Surely, after forty years, closure was a mere formality?
Leo hadn’t mentioned marriage in so many words yet, but Anna suspected – hoped – he would soon.
Standing in the grounds of Marshland House, Anna resolved to talk to Leo again about her past. In detail. He deserved to know the whole truth. And where better to tell him than in the place where it had all begun? What she had told him so far had been the merest skeleton of events. Until she knew him better, she’d been afraid to tell him the whole sad story, but now she was confident of her strong love for him, and his for her, she wanted him to know the complete story. She was determined to be totally honest with Leo. It was the only way.
Hearing car tyres scrunch along the gravel on the drive, Anna made her way round to the front of the house, where the agent was parking his car alongside hers.
An hour later, as the agent left for another appointment, Anna switched on the car radio and sat for a few moments writing up her notes, half listening to a news bulletin.
Inside, the house had been everything she’d hoped it would be and she’d instructed the agent to draw up a contract to allow filming to begin there in the autumn and send it to her office. Now she was free to go to Cannes and do what she had to do before enjoying the festival and Leo’s company when he arrived.
The next moment, the voice of the news presenter made her catch her breath in shock.
‘Some news just in. The respected French film-maker Philippe Cambone has died in America. Responsible for some of the biggest blockbuster movies of the twentieth century, he was recently awarded an industry lifetime achievement Bafta which was to have been presented at this week’s Cannes film Festival.’
Automatically, Anna reached out and turned off the radio, before closing her eyes and leaning back against her seat as a wave of numbness and unexpected desolation flooded her body.
How could Philippe be dead when she’d vowed this would be the year she’d confront her demons and lay the past to rest?
2
Daisy Harris dragged her suitcase through the crowded Arrivals Hall of Terminal 2 at Nice airport and out on to the concourse, where she stopped to take a deep breath, look up at the azure blue sky and feel the heat of the sun. After the stress of the last couple of days, it was just wonderful to be breathing in the air of the Riviera, a favourite place of hers.
The plane from Bristol had been packed with both media people heading to the Cannes film Festival and holidaymakers with young children. A peaceful flight it was not. Crying babies, toddlers who wouldn’t sit still and men with loud voices talking importantly to each other as they overindulged with G & Ts from the drinks trolley. Thankfully, Daisy hadn’t known any of the journalists on board so hadn’t had to confide in anyone that she too was a bona fide reporter covering the festival, albeit for the first time.
Seeing the length of the taxi queue, Daisy briefly toyed with the idea of taking the airport bus into Nice and picking up a taxi from there but decided, as Nice was in the opposite direction to Cannes, it would only lengthen her travelling time and delay her getting to her sister’s.
Taxis were coming and going non-stop and in the end Daisy only