‘Cameron is meeting us at Chuckles,’ said Ros.
‘Chuckles? Please don’t tell me there’s a clown?’ Amanda appeared horrified.
‘It’s the name of the superyacht.’
‘I see.’ Amanda’s face told a different story. ‘Let’s hope Cameron turns up,’ she added.
Ros wasn’t someone who put their hands on their hips but she was sorely tempted. ‘And why wouldn’t he be there?’
‘No reason.’ She sipped her coffee. ‘He doesn’t seem like the dressing-up sort. More dishevelled and casual. No offence.’
‘He is a man of many talents,’ said Ros. ‘And whatever he wears he’ll look perfect to me.’ She meant it and the thought made her feel a little sad. She’d overcome her own prejudice about how he looked and dressed. ‘It’s the man inside that matters. And Cameron is someone special.’
‘Hmm,’ said her mother.
‘Amanda, you really don’t help sometimes do you?’ said Barry.
‘Why is everyone so touchy?’ she said. ‘Goodness, Barry, your bow tie looks like it’s been tied by a chimpanzee. Joke!’ she added quickly as she put her drink down and went to adjust his tie. Ros saw an opportunity to escape and get herself ready. She’d not be up to Amanda’s standard but she was the last person she wanted to impress. As long as her dad had a good time, that was all that mattered.
Ros had washed her hair earlier so only needed to wet it and have a bit of a play with the hot brush. It wasn’t a tool she had mastered. It was something her dad had bought her a couple of Christmases ago but it seemed like the perfect night to see if she could make her hair a little more special than her usual straight affair. Especially as Barry had hired a photographer to capture moments through the night so he had something to look back on.
When Ros came downstairs she was expecting a sarcastic comment from Amanda but her stunned expression made her very happy and a little bit smug.
‘Someone scrubs up well,’ said Amanda.
‘You look amazing, Cabbage.’ Barry had a tear in his eye as he hugged her.
The taxi arrived soon afterwards. Barry reluctantly left Gazza with a carrot, a large bone and a promise that he’d return with a doggy bag as Ros ushered him out of the door.
It was quite a scene on the quayside: people had heeded her mild threat of going without them and had arrived early and were now milling around in their finery. Chuckles the superyacht was ready and waiting and looked even bigger than the photographs Ros had been shown. More than twenty metres long, gleaming white and over three levels – it was certainly an impressive vessel. Uncle Pete greeted them warmly wearing a white tuxedo and a vibrant red bow tie, which Amanda curled her lip at, and Ros was pleased to see Uncle Pete looked buoyed by her response. ‘I wanted to stand out in the photos. I thought dark colours were a bit bland.’ He eyed Amanda’s dark green dress up and down. It was going to be an interesting night.
Ros scanned the quayside for Cameron but there was no sign of him. Once Barry had made his way to the front, they were all handed glasses of fizz and ushered onto the boat. Barry looked pleased as punch as he greeted everyone and Ros could understand how happy it made him to see old friends again. Uncle Pete gave him a bear hug and when they finally pulled apart both the men had tears in their eyes but no words were exchanged. She was pleased to see the photographer had captured the moment.
‘Hey, Ros. How are you?’ asked Uncle Pete, giving her a hug.
‘I’m good thanks. How are you and your ailments?’
Pete chuckled. ‘I’m very well. Now where’s this fella of yours?’ He scanned the people nearby.
‘I’m not entirely sure, but he’ll be here and I’ll introduce you.’
‘He is real then? Not like Tilly?’ Ros had no idea what he was talking about although something was stirring at the back of her mind. ‘Your imaginary friend, Tilly. You remember. They used to steal biscuits and wee in the garden.’
‘Oh heavens. I must have been about three or four.’ The memories filled her with embarrassment. ‘Cameron is definitely real.’ The thought of him brought a smile to her face.
‘Glad to hear it,’ said Pete, taking a glass from a proffered tray. ‘Don’t forget to introduce me.’
‘I won’t,’ she said, having another scan of faces. There were now more people on the boat than on the quay. But there on the pontoon was a face she recognised. Not one she was fond of but definitely one she recognised: Cyril was waiting to come on board. Ros couldn’t help but grin. She had no idea what Cameron was doing but she was learning to go with it and that it would invariably turn out well.
Darla appeared. ‘Hi, Barry. Happy party day,’ she said, giving him a hug. ‘Thanks for inviting me,’ she added.
‘Thanks for coming,’ said Barry. ‘I thought you could keep Ros and Cameron company, as the rest of the guests are from a different generation. I hope you don’t feel like a gooseberry.’
‘Oh no, I won’t. I’ve got a boyfriend. He’s called Elliott and he’ll be up when I get home. When I say up, I mean with the sheep.’ Barry’s eyebrows were rising. ‘Actually not sheep because they’re young ones – lambs. He’ll be feeding lambs because he’s a farmer.’ Barry seemed relieved when she finally reached the end of the explanation.
‘That’s nice. Have a good evening,’ said Barry, looking thankful to move on to the next guest.
‘Hiya.’ Darla launched herself at Ros. ‘Elliott said I looked good enough to eat.’
‘You do – you look fabulous. Have a glass of Prosecco,’ she said, pleased to see Darla positively glowing with happiness. It made Ros feel a little bewildered as she was beginning to sense she was missing out on something. She’d never felt like this before. It had always been the downside of relationships that she had been most aware of – the niggles, the annoying habits and the compromises. Perhaps they had simply been indicators that she was with the wrong person. This was all Cameron’s doing. He’d made her look at things differently. Opened her eyes to new possibilities and in so doing had made her a little restless and yearning for a close relationship. The sight of him manhandling Cyril on board only made her feelings for him stronger. But it was all a big waste of time, effort and energy. What she needed to do was refocus.
‘Hey,’ said Cameron, setting Cyril down and embracing Barry warmly. ‘Looking good, Barry.’
The older man adjusted his bow tie with a wobble of his head. ‘You too, Cameron. Help yourself to a drink.’
‘Hey, you,’ said Cameron, placing a now familiar kiss on Ros’s cheek. ‘You look amazing. That dress is perfect on you. Your stylist must be very special,’ he said with a cheeky wink.
‘Oh, he is.’ Ros looked Cameron over. Wild hair under control, freshly shaved, purple velvet bow tie and very well fitted dinner suit. He looked divine.
‘I’m sure Cyril is having a lovely time but I don’t remember him being on the guest list.’
‘It was a last-minute idea. Your dad called and asked me to bring him. He thought it might be fun for photo ops.’
Once everyone was on board the crew began scurrying about and someone gave Barry a microphone. ‘Is this on?’ he asked as it screeched into life, sending someone’s hearing aid haywire. ‘That’s a yes then. Welcome, everyone. I’ll do a long boring speech later but for now grab a glass, make merry and watch us set sail . . . well, there’s no sails but you know what I mean.’ He raised his glass. ‘Cheers!’
Cameron squeezed Ros’s arm. ‘You can relax. Everyone is here and on board. Your dad looks happy and healthy. It’s all good.’
‘Thanks, Cameron.’ He had a way of putting her at ease.
