The Day Bed 5
A Revelation ...
Friday morning heralds an unusually beautiful spring day
“I’d better get ready to meet Father.” Victoria says after noticing that it was almost 10 o’clock. “He’ll be here shortly.”
Victoria rushes to the shower to freshen up. Then she goes to her bedroom and looks into her spacious closet where rolls of outfits with matching shoes and hats reside.
“I am so much like mum.” Victoria murmurs to herself. “Who else would have a complete set of everything from casual to a night out?”
Just as she puts finishing touches to her luscious light brown tresses; the doorbell rings. Tipp looks striking in a navy leisure suit. Even though it is apparent that he is no longer a young man; it is also obvious that he is still very handsome. Likewise, Tipp is very conscientious regarding appearances. He gives his daughter a once over approval.
“Victoria, you do your namesake justice. From what I heard, that old girl had looks that even puts my lovely Lauren to shame. You have really come a long way from that tomboy that used to climb our English Oak trees in the summertime.” Tipp says giving his daughter a hardy hug.
“Thanks, daddy; it is nice dressing in something besides black again. I’d almost forgotten those grand summers in the garden!” Victoria chuckles.
“I know it has been rather difficult for you. First, your brother and then being married to a man who seems to be married to his work.” Tipp says thinking about Brandon.
“I could have handled another woman—I know that I can match charm with the best of them—but a career is hard to compete with.” Victoria replies sadly.
“You need an adventure!” Tipp booms suddenly helping Victoria into her wrap.
“That is exactly what Cyndi said. Have the two of you been conspiring together?” Victoria laughs again.
“No, but they do say great minds think alike. Come to think of it, Cynthia Chadwick could use one herself. You really shouldn’t be on your own.” Tipp contemplates.
“Dad… what do you have on your mind?” Victoria’s curiosity has been stirred.
“Come along now, we have to go pick up Cyndi for breakfast.” Tipp gives Victoria a knowing wink.
“You didn’t tell me that Cyndi was coming to this …” smiles Victoria but before she can finish Tipp interrupts.
“Never mind that, just enjoy the ride.” Tipp takes Victoria’s key and locks up after she sets the alarm.
Tipp gingerly escorts Victoria to the elevator and pushes the button for the lobby. Victoria tries hard at analyzing the smirk expression on Tipp’s face but she can’t fathom what the mischievous gentleman is up to.
Tipp is the only child of the Earl of Covington and Countess Octavia Covington. His grandmother Victoria was a Duchess and awarded her beloved grandson much of her surviving European wealth due to the shrewd manipulations of her husband the Duke who preceded her in death. Their magnificent European chalet on the outskirts of Huntingdon (now part of Cambridgeshire) has survived not only the ravages of war but time as well. The Duke’s heritage includes a mother of Spanish descent. This accounts for Tipp’s charms with the ladies.
When they arrive at Cyndi’s New York residence, she is outside conversing with the doorman. Looking stunning as always; Cyndi gives a polite good-bye and is ushered into the awaiting limo by an ever-tentative Tipp.
“Hello Cyndi, how are you?” Tipp says smiling.
“Lovely Tipp and, how are you?” Cyndi states returning the smile and giving her godfather a big hug.
“Wonderful.” Tipp replies a little heady by the aroma of Cyndi’s perfume.
“Will someone please let me know what is going on?” Victoria replies looking from Tipp to Cyndi.
“Don’t ask me—I am much in the dark about this as you are. Tipp only told me to put on my “delightful frock” and join him and a couple of others for an outing.” Cyndi smiles knowingly.
“A couple of others; who else have you invited?” Victoria replies as Tipp gives the driver another address.
“Oh, you will find out soon enough.” Tipp replies mysteriously.
They have driven a few blocks when they pull up in front of the Waldorf Astoria. A smiling Brandon Keates makes the foursome.
“Brandon … what are you doing here?” Victoria gasps in utter surprise. “You didn’t tell me that you were going to come?”
“Your dear father gave me strict instructions to the contrary, Vickie. Don’t look so shocked … after all I am still your husband.” Brandon replies and gives Victoria one of his best smiles.
“I don’t understand, father. First, you tell me that you have something that you need to tell me. Then you invite half of New York.” Victoria exclaims sarcastically.
“I do have something important to tell you. It also involves both Cyndi and Brandon. I decided that this little adventure needed the support of a full cast.” Tipp laughingly informs his daughter.
“There’s that word again, adventure! I have known you all of my life, father. This is a side of you that I have never ever seen.” Victoria states sitting back into her seat and enjoying the ride.
“So, where are we heading now, Tipp?” Cyndi inquires.
“We are going to Pier 61 at Chelsea Pier.” Cameron replies.
“Why are we going there, Tipp?” Cyndi questions again.
“You have the curiosity of a cub reporter, Cyndi. Will you just sit back like Brandon and Victoria and enjoy the ride.” Tipp states and everyone is quiet, listening to the soothing music of Brahms.
All is serene and soon they reach Pier 61. There sits a beautiful if not spacious craft. It looks as if it could accommodate several people. Tipp assists his goddaughter while Brandon escorts Victoria toward the craft. Victoria acutely notices the name of the yacht. It reads The Day Bed.
“Come on everyone, let’s get aboard.” Tipp replies cheerfully.
Victoria takes her father’s hand while Brandon assists Cyndi as they come aboard this beautiful boat.
They are lead to a lovely dining hall where members of the crew provide an array of tantalizing fruits. After that, trays of steaming hotcakes, sausages and sliced ham accompanied with a choice of scrambled, fried or poached eggs along with orange, apple or grapefruit juice.
“This is a table fit for a king!” Brandon replies joyfully.
“Or at least this is a lordly feast.” Cyndi chimes in.
“I’m very impressed dad, but I didn’t know you possessed a yacht, dad!” Victoria interjects.
“Actually, this was Alex’s boat and its part of the story I want to tell you.” Tipp replies.
“When did Alex have time for yachting?” Victoria questions still feelings as confused as ever.
“Many of those times when he told you he was going on business trips that’s when he found the time.” Tipp tells Victoria.
“I don’t understand …” Victoria states.
“Then let me explain.” Tipp begins his story.
To be continued later …
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