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Joy C allaway
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First published in Australia and New Zealand by Allen & Unwin in 2016
First published in the United States in 2016 by Harper,
an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.
Copyright Joy Callaway 2016
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With the warm glow and heavy drapery of Gilded Age salons as its
inviting backdrop, Joy Callaways engaging period novel explores the
timeless struggles women face in the creative and working world, and
the price some are willing to pay to protect all they hold dear.
E rika Robuck, national bestselling author of Hemingways Girl
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Prologue
J U LY 4, 1876
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today, wed played five games, buying us three hours to finish our
illustrated story on Bronx history before the time capsule was interred at six.
Come on, Georges five-year-old voice whined. The rules
state that you have to hide where we can find you. A locked door
doesnt count. Our brothers had joined together to find us. One of
them swiveled the door handle again. Charlie shook his head.
Its not locked, he whispered. Sometimes the jamb sticks.
And dont they know theyre breaking the rules, too? There cant
be more than one seeker. The smack of a bony hip pounded into
the wood, followed by another. The hinge rattled, threatening to
give way. Pressing my story to my chest, I flattened against the
corner of the cabinet. I breathed through my mouth. Mrs. Aldridge
just had the bookshelves French polished and the pungent scent of
shellac stung my nostrils.
I give up, George said. Im hungry and thirsty and my parents have already taken the sandwiches next door.
I will get in, Frank growled, unfazed by Georges surrender.
His fist pounded into the door, followed by another series of bodily
blows. We couldnt let Frank find us. Our hiding place would be
lost forever.
Come on, Frank. George tried to dissuade him once again.
Your mother probably has your lawn all set for the picnic and Im
sure your father and sisters are starved. It isnt polite to keep them
waiting. Frank was silent. George exhaled and I could hear him
withdraw into the foyer.
Charlie, I whispered. Frank slammed himself into the door and
it finally gave, sputtering open in a series of resigned groans. Charlie
slowly lowered his drawing pad from his lap, setting his pencil across
the finished depiction of George Washingtons stay at the nearby Van
Cortlandt Mansion. He pulled the cabinet doors shut, blotting out
the summer sunlight and the back of Mr. Aldridges leather sofa.
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Chapter One
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Taking a step back from the door, I buried my face in the crook of
my arm and laughed.
Whats so funny?
I hadnt even heard the door to the library open, and didnt
dare turn around lest I miss another effort by Alevias admirer.
One of your party guests has... noticed my sister. I could
feel him behind me and leaned back against his chest, crushing
his bow tie. I nodded toward the slight view, watching as the short
mans attention snapped to his friends glare and the wilted fabric
in his hand.
Oh, Charlie said, and laughed softly. Thats John Hopper
hes a writer, like you. Doesnt surprise me, hes painfully rakish
when it comes to ladies. Perhaps I could use some of his nerve...
Ginny, I have to ask you
Why would you need it? I cut him off, elbowing him in the
ribs.
In case Im shamefully rejected by the object of my affection,
of course. He pulled away from me and looked down, brows furrowing. I rolled my eyes and laughed at his dramatics. Charlie was
charismatic and handsome. He could attract anyone he wanted.
Even me.
Your drawing is getting better, I noted, crossing the room.
His sketchbook lay open on a table beneath the window, the only
bit of wall unoccupied by ornate mahogany bookshelves. I looked
down at the pencil sketch of my home, and then out the window
to the real thing next door. You got the color wash right this time,
and the dimensions of the shed, though if the roof were drawn any
steeper one could mistake it for Trinity Church.
I could see his reflection in the window. He was still looking
down at his shoes, likely absorbed by some image in his head. I
didnt bother to ask him what it was; a similar haze came over me
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close. The only time Id ever seen Charlie this troubled was at his
younger brothers funeral fifteen years before.
Mr. Aldridge? I jerked from his grasp to find an older man
I didnt know in the doorway. I felt Charlie step away from me.
Excuse me. Its only... The man coughed, looking from Charlie
to me and back again. Your mother asked me to summon you. Its
time. Charlie forced a smile and passed me without a glance.
Yes, he said, stumbling over the word. I-I suppose it is.
What hadnt he told me? The last few days played out in my
mindour afternoon strolling on the High Bridge, my trek into
the city this morning to purchase a notepad, seeing Mrs. Aldridge
and Charlie deep in conversation on the front porch this afternoon.
Mrs. Aldridge. She seemed in good health. Surely she hadnt taken
ill. Not so soon after Mr. Aldridges death. I followed after Charlie,
despite my having planned to avoid the party tonight and enjoy the
quiet company of the Aldridges books.
Alevia was still playing. I could vaguely hear the slow notes of
Oh Promise Me, and the guests laughter as I shoved past feathered hats and black-jacketed arms to follow Charlie. He stopped
in the middle of the room, brought his fingers to his mouth, and
whistled. I heard my sisters hands lift from the piano, leaving
notes hanging unfinished on the air. Everyone turned to look at
him. I took a deep breath, inhaled the sweet scent of someones
lavender cologne, and looked around for anyone I knew. Finding
no one beyond Rachel Kent, one of Charlies distant cousins, over
his shoulder, her locks pinned under a purple cap adorned with a
stuffed hummingbird, I fleetingly wondered if it was one of my
sister Bessies creations. Miss Kent nodded at me and I grinned
back, relieved to find a familiar face besides Alevias. The reception
had been held in Miss Kents honor, a reunion of sorts with her
family acquaintances that shed lost touch with since moving from
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the Bronx to White Plains years back. Mrs. Aldridge had begged
Alevia to play for the party, and Id come along hoping to write
something profound. Ever since Charlie and I were young, the
Aldridges library had been one of our sanctuaries, the only place
beyond our rooms where we could shut out the world and create.
If I could have your attention, Charlie shouted, silencing the
partys rumble. He glanced at me for a moment before he turned
his gaze to the rest of the guests. For quite some time Ive wanted
to share something with all of you and now, it turns out, is precisely
the time to do it. Charlie cleared his throat and looked up, staring
above the crowd to the windows in front of him. I followed his
gaze, finding his mother looking the picture of health, grinning,
hands clasped together in anticipation. I balked at my reflection
in the glass and tucked a few unruly light brown strands back in
their pins. See, theres a particular woman I love and I cannot
go on living without knowing shes mine, he said. Ive known
her for as long as I can remember. As a young boy I admired her
poise and beauty, and as a man, though I still love her for those
things, I think I find the most joy in her passionin her love of
the arts that have been so important to both of our families. She is,
quite simply, a reflection of what Ive always dreamed. His words
sounded in my ears, but I barely believed them. Id longed for this
moment for so many years. I glanced at the faces of the strangers
around me, their smiles confirmation that theyd heard him, too,
that this wasnt a delusion. He was finally going to ask me to marry
him. My hands were sweating, balled in my skirt, and as his eyes
scanned mine, I released the fabric abruptly, the striped gold and
white satin falling back to the ground.
Charlie, I whispered, but he turned and dropped to his knees.
Miss Rachel Kent, will you be my wife?
I took a step back, but stumbled, unable to move.
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Its the money. You know her father inherited millions from
his bachelor brother in Georgia and that the Aldridges are near
penniless. Surely you recall Mrs. Aldridge asking Mother to loan
her money last month. Alevias voice was strange and I turned
around to find her arms clasped tightly across her chest, anger
apparently conquering her timidity. Id forgotten the conversation. Alevia and I had been reading in the drawing roomonly
a room overwhen shed come to speak to Mother. Even though
Mrs. Aldridge had spoken in a whisper, wed heard. It had been
such a shocking, desperate request, that Alevia and I had promised
each other wed never speak of it. After all, Mother hadnt had the
money to give Mrs. Aldridge.
Alevia cleared her throat. Family name only goes so far. You
know that. Were all well respected, sureThe Intellectuals, as they
call usand history demands that the wealthy see us as important
and invite us to some of their soirees, but thats not enough if your
mother cant afford to outfit herself or entertain at her home. Her
contempt was palpable.
If thats the case, then hes spineless and I hope I never see him
again, I whispered, stunned to realize that I meant it.
Mrs. Aldridge looked as if she were about to be showered in
gold coins. Alevia exhaled and tore her hat from her head, mashing the pluming black feather Bessie had spent weeks trying to
find. And he admires her passion. For what? Her paintings? Perhaps theyve improved, but from what I remember theyre poor at
best. Her lips were pursed in a way that reminded me of myself
as a little girl, furious I hadnt gotten my way, but unable to do
anything about it. I laughed at the recollection, and Alevias eyes
widened in shock. How can you possibly laugh when your heart
is broken? she asked softly. Kneeling in the dusty street, palm
pressed to forehead, I could still feel Charlies lips on my skin and
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Chapter Two
Th e L o f t i n H o us e
BR ON X , NE W YOR K
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itll do, Bessie said. I picked myself up and whirled around to find
my older sister laughing, wearing a ridiculous hat adorned with
white feathers and an enormous stuffed pelican.
What in the world were you doing in the dark Alevia
started.
Are you serious, Bess? I asked, unable to pry my eyes from
the hat.
Quite. Its Caroline Astors. She wanted something dramatic
for a celebration honoring some business accomplishment of Jacks.
Shes paying fifty dollars for it, so naturally I had to go all out.
Bessies knack for millinerythough shed been making hats
for our family for as long as I could recallhad been discovered
by mistake. Shed gone to pick up Alevias music for the Astors
New Years tea, only to find Mrs. Astor panicked because her hat
hadnt been delivered in time. An avid student of Harpers Bazaar,
Bess created a new headpiece from Mrs. Astors old ones. From
that evening on, shed been one of the most requested milliners
in the city.
Its certainly... striking. I only hope p eople dont run screaming when they see her in it, I said. Bessie rolled her eyes and carefully removed the hat, letting her waves fall loose, framing her face.
She ran her hands through the end of her hair, fingertips lingering
on her collar lined with cut jet beads. Bess had spent thirty dollars
on the Princess Louise dress last monthan extravagance that
nearly caused our family a deficitbut the profligacy wasnt at all
uncommon. Shed been infatuated with fine clothes since before
she could talka consequence of our late socialite great-aunt, Rose
VanPelt, treating her as the granddaughter she never hadbut her
obsession had deepened since shed begun purchasing all of her
supplies from ONeills millinery department, conveniently located
on the same floor as ladies clothing.
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she returned home, swore shed never marry, and never spoke to
Mr. Winthrop again. I was glad shed rejected him. I would have
done the same given the ultimatum, but Bess had thought her an
imbecile and told her so. Though Alevia had forgiven her, Besss
words had wounded their relationship.
Tell me, Bess prodded with the tenacity of a novice dressmakers needle. I know there was at least one.
Please. Not now, Bess, Alevia whispered. She tucked a strand
back into her waved side locks that swept upward into a Newport
knot. I knew Alevia was being considerate, so I braced myself and
came out with it.
Charlie asked Rachel Kent to marry him tonight. Besss
brows rose and she walked toward me, but I turned, starting down
the dark hallway toward the light coming from the parlor. I could
hear my mother laughing, followed by Maes high-pitched voice,
as I passed my late-fathers portrait on the wall of the study. The
warmth of the fire swirled around me and wood smoke filled my
lungs. Mother and Mae were folded over a book in front of the
hearth. Whatre you still doing up? I asked. Mother always retired by nine. It was well past eleven. She took one look at me, and
stood from the longue.
We were discussing Horace Manns On the Art of Teaching. Mother was telling me old tales about her most challenging
pupilsbeyond us, of courseand warning me that my longing
to become a mother might award me my most difficult trial as
an educator as our children are often... Mae stopped when she
glanced up from the book.
Ginny? Whats wrong? Whats happened? Mother asked.
Both of them stared at me, nearly identical blue eyes slanted in
concern. I opened my mouth to reply, but found that I could neither answer nor cry.
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apologizing for taking so long to save me. He knew well enough that
even though my mother and sisterssave Bessiemeant well with
their coddling, their sympathy would only make it worse.
Franklin set the bottle and glasses down on the marble tabletop
between Mothers chaise and a small easy chair wed inherited from
my grandparents. An early sketch of Charlies hung on the wall
behind it, a pencil and watercolor interpretation of my ancestors
homeland in Ennistymon. Hed given it to Mae for her fifteenth
birthday, after shed told him how much she loved landscapes.
I watched as Franklin took the knife from the leather sheath at
his side, plunged the tip into the cork, and pulled it out. He poured
himself a tall glass and set the bottle back down on the table. Then
he stepped over Mae and leaned languidly against the oak mantel,
sipping and looking at us.
Are you going to pour us a glass, Frank, or are we just going
to stand here all evening mourning with Ginny and staring at each
other? Bessie asked, lips pursed at Franklin who shrugged, then
grinned.
Bessie, thats enough, Mother said evenly.
For once I might agree with you, Bess. We should move on,
my brother said, drumming his fingers along the mantel. I glared
at him, but he winked. Sighing, he sat down beside Mother, long,
lanky legs nearly reaching his chest. I cant say that Im sorry for
Virginia, though. I like Charlie fine, hell, hes like a brother, but
I have plenty of handsome friends who would love a chance with
Ginny. The thought of another man struck me through. There
could never be anyone else. How could there be? Charlie had held
my heart for as long as I could remember. Bessie pursed her lips
in disagreement and Franklin looked at her sharply, his eyes narrowing to slits. Gin and I are only twenty-two. Aldridge losing
his balls doesnt confine Gin to the nunnery, Bess, but your being
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a proper bitch might send you there. Frank and Bess had always
been at odds. I looked away, biting the inside of my cheek to keep
from laughing despite my heartache.
You miserable Bessie started, but Mother cut her off.
Ill not tolerate that language in my house, Frank. And Bess,
Ive already told you twice and I meant it. Youll never speak of your
sister that way again. Do you understand? Mother leaned forward
and poured herself a substantial glass of wine. Help yourselves,
she said, looking around at us. Last I checked, we dont have a
maid and all of you have two hands. Something about the way she
said it reminded me of my father, of the tone he used to knock us
back into place when we acted pretentiously. I tried to remember
the sound of his boots on the wood floor and the boom of his voice
echoing through the house upon his return from work. I couldnt
believe hed been gone three years. The cool rim of a glass pressed
into my hand and I took it from Mae. Dont listen to Bessie, she
whispered, straightening the collar of her white shirtwaist. Shes
jealous of you, even now.
I forced myself to drink the wine, mostly to prove to my family
that I was all right. I barely tasted it, swallowing the vinegary liquid
down before it had a chance to sink into my taste buds.
Im so glad that youre home, Frank, Alevia said. She tilted
her glass back, set it on the table, and licked her lips. Yawning,
she turned, cracked her knuckles, and left for bed, followed shortly
thereafter by Bessie, then Mae. Relieved that the room had been reduced to Mother, Franklin, and the popping fire, I sat down in the
wingback chair across from them. The life Id always envisioned
had been reduced from structure and promise to ash.
My eyes drifted to the tabletop in front of me, to the photograph wed taken this summer while picnicking on Randalls
Island. It was a small photo, and of poor quality, but it had been
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