Susan Phillips - The Great Escape

The sixth book in the American's Lady series, 2012

LUCY COULDNT BREATHE. THE BODICE of her wedding gown, which had fit so perfectly, now squeezed her ribs like a boa constrictor. What if she died of suffocation right here in the vestibule of the Wynette Presbyterian Church?

Outside, an international army of reporters stood at the barricades, and the sanctuary inside bulged with the rich and famous. Only a few steps away, the former president of the United States and her husband waited to escort Lucy down the aisle so she could marry the most perfect man in the world. The man of everyones dreams. The kindest, the most considerate, the smartest What woman in her right mind wouldnt want to marry Ted Beaudine? Hed dazzled Lucy from the moment theyd met.

The trumpets rang out, announcing the beginning of the bridal procession, and Lucy struggled to pull a few molecules of air into her lungs. She couldnt have picked a more beautiful day for her wedding. It was the last week of May. The Texas Hill Countrys spring wildflowers might have faded, but the crepe myrtle was in bloom, and roses grew outside the church doors. A perfect day.

Her thirteen-year-old sister, the youngest of the four bridesmaids in her unfashionably small wedding party, stepped off. After her would come fifteen-year-old Charlotte, and then Meg Koranda, Lucys best friend since college. Her maid of honor was her sister Tracy, a beautiful eighteen-year-old so smitten with Lucys bridegroom that she still blushed when he talked to her.

Lucys veil fluttered in front of her face, suffocating layers of white tulle. She thought about what an incredible lover Ted was, how brilliant, how kind, how amazing. How perfect for her. Everybody said that.

Everybody except her best friend, Meg.

Last night after the rehearsal dinner, Meg had pulled Lucy into a hug and whispered, Hes wonderful, Luce. Everything you said. And you absolutely cant marry him.

I know, Lucy had heard herself whisper in return. But Im going to anyway. Its too late now to back out.

Meg had given her a fierce shake. Its not too late. Ill help you. Ill do whatever I can.

Easy for Meg to say. Meg lived a completely undisciplined life, but Lucy wasnt like that. Lucy had responsibilities that Meg couldnt begin to comprehend. Even before Lucys mother had taken the oath of office, the country had been fascinated by the Jorik menagerie-three adopted kids, two biological ones. Her parents had shielded the younger children from the press, but Lucy had been twenty-two at the time of Nealys first inauguration, which made her fair game. The public had followed Lucys dedication to her family-the way she served as a surrogate parent to her siblings during Nealy and Mats frequent absences-her work in child advocacy, her sparse dating life, even her less-than-exciting fashion choices. And they were definitely following this wedding.

Lucy planned to meet her parents halfway down the aisle as a symbol of the way theyd come into her life when she was a rebellious fourteen-year-old hellion. Nealy and Mat would walk that final stretch with her, one on each side.

Charlotte stepped out onto the white runner. She was the shyest of Lucys sibs, the one most worried about not having her older sister around. We can talk on the phone every day, Lucy had told her. But Charlotte was used to Lucy living in the same house, and she said it wouldnt be the same.

It was time for Meg to step off. She glanced over her shoulder at Lucy, and even through yards of tulle, Lucy saw the concern that dragged at Megs smile. Lucy longed to trade places with her. To live Megs carefree life, running from country to country with no siblings to help raise, no family reputation to uphold, no cameras shadowing her every move.

Meg turned away, lifted her bouquet to her waist, plastered a smile on her face. And got ready to take her first step.

Without thinking, without asking herself how she could consider doing something like this-something so awful, so selfish, so unimaginable-even as she willed herself not to move, Lucy dropped her bouquet, stumbled around her sister, and grabbed Meg by the arm before she could go any farther. She heard her voice coming from a place far away, the words thready. I have to talk to Ted right now.

Behind her, Tracy gasped. Luce, what are you doing?

Lucy couldnt look at Tracy. Her skin was hot, her mind reeling. She dug her fingers into Megs arm. Get him for me, Meg. Please. The word was a plea, a prayer.

Through the suffocating tulle shroud, she saw Megs lips part in shock. Now? You dont think you could have done this a couple of hours ago?

You were right, Lucy cried. Everything you said. You were completely right. Help me. Please. The words felt alien on her tongue. She was the one who took care of people. Even when she was a child, shed never asked for help.

Her sister Tracy spun on Meg, her blue eyes flashing with indignation. I dont understand. What did you say to her? She grabbed Lucys hand. Luce, youre having a panic attack. Its going to be okay.

But it wouldnt be okay. Not now. Not ever. No. I-I have to talk to Ted.

Now? Tracy echoed Meg. You cant talk to him now.

But she had to. Meg understood that, even if Tracy didnt. With a worried nod, Meg lifted her bouquet back into position and started down the aisle to get him.

Lucy didnt know this hysterical person whod taken over her body. She couldnt look into her sisters stricken eyes. Calla lilies from her bouquet flattened beneath her stilettos as she moved blindly across the vestibule. A pair of Secret Service agents stood by the heavy front doors, their eyes watchful. Just beyond, a crowd of onlookers waited, a sea of television cameras, a horde of reporters

Today, President Cornelia Case Joriks oldest daughter, thirty-one-year-old Lucy Jorik, is marrying Ted Beaudine, the only son of golf legend Dallas Beaudine and television newswoman Francesca Beaudine. No one expected the bride to choose the grooms small hometown of Wynette, Texas, as the site for her wedding, but

She heard the purposeful strike of male footsteps on the marble floor and turned to see Ted striding toward her. Through her veil, she watched a beam of sunlight play on his dark brown hair, another ray splash across his handsome face. It was always that way. Wherever he went, sunbeams seemed to follow. He was beautiful, kind, everything a man should be. The most perfect man shed ever known. The most perfect son-in-law for her parents and the best imaginable father of her future children. He rushed toward her, his eyes filled-not with anger-he wasnt that sort of man-but with concern.

Her parents were right behind him, their faces masks of alarm. His parents would appear next, and then theyd all come pouring out-her sisters and brother, Teds friends, their guests So many people she cared about. Loved.