"Who's that?" Mara asked.
"Nacho Figueroa. Charlie's dad stole him from Peter Brant's team this year."
"He's gorgeous," Mara said, admiring Nacho like a fine oil painting.
"Saw him first!" Eliza teased.
The girls giggled. Having a crush on Nacho was like having a crush on Orlando Bloom. Gisele and that other Brazilian model from the Victoria's Secret catalogue were cheering for him on the sidelines. He wasn't someone Mara or Eliza could really take seriously as a romantic possibility. Still, it was nice to look.
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Nacho scored another goal, and the crowd--especially the girls--went wild.
In the VIP tents no one paid much attention. The guests filled their plates with beluga, guzzled magnums of champagne, and gossiped about each other's new outfits. Mara and Eliza turned back to where Jacqui was trying to find a table for all four kids. Ryan pulled an empty chair toward the table. He'd been hanging out with them all morning trying to help.
"Mr. Perry! The Hamptons' answer to Brad Pitt! And Miss Waters! In a four-hundred-dollar dress bought on sale for two hundred dollars at Scoop!" Lucky Yap said, giving Mara two air kisses on each cheek and shaking Ryan's hand vigorously. "Let's get a shot!"
Mara posed prettily in her new red dress. She felt a little awkward in it, and every once in a while she would grab the end of the too-short hemline and yank it down over her butt, but only when she was certain Ryan wasn't looking. She felt a little self- conscious, but looking around, she could see that her tiny dress and high heels were perfectly appropriate for the Hamptons.
Ryan excused himself to rustle up two more flutes of champagne. Every once in a while he would look back just to sneak a peek at Mara's legs in that dress. When she had walked out to the car wearing it earlier, he had almost fallen out of the driver's seat. She was such a babe, and the best thing was, she didn't even realize it.
"Hey, Lucky. Good to see you again," Mara said.
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"Oh, you'll be sick of seeing me soon. I'm everywhere. Honey, did you see your picture in the Post?" he asked.
"No! I didn't!" Mara said, shocked.
Lucky nodded. "Check it out. It's still online. Gotta run, I see Lara Flynn Boyle with a huge ice cream cone!" he said, bouncing off toward his prey.
Ryan returned with the goods, clinking glasses with Mara. He was about to tell her how pretty she looked when her phone began to chirp.
"Oh, sorry" she said nervously, balancing her glass and flipping open her cell phone. "Hello? Jim! Hi! How are you?" Ryan backed off. Jim? Who the hell is Jim?
"Who's Jim?" Ryan mouthed. He couldn't help himself.
"My boyfriend," Mara replied, holding the phone to her ear and turning away.
Boyfriend? What? She'd never mentioned that before. Not even the night when they had fallen asleep on the beach together. He watched her walk away.
"Ryan?" a voice called behind him.
He turned around.
"Hey, remember me?" asked a pretty redhead in curvy black Lycra. She smiled at him disarmingly.
"Camille Molloy!" He smiled. "How could I forget?"
He wandered over to her side, and they were soon in animated conversation.
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Meanwhile Mara was having trouble with the reception on the other side of the tent. "Can you hear me now?" she yelled.
Jim Mizekowski was cute like a bulldog, stubborn, with small- town boy written all over his John Deere hat and his rusted Nissan four-by-four pickup. In the background Mara could hear Dave Mathews playing--Mara knew that Jim liked to play Dave when he was feeling "deep."
"Are you there? Is that better? God, I feel like I haven't spoken to you in ages," Mara was saying just as Madison began tugging at her skirt. "What, honey? No, not you, Jim... . I'm working... . It's not really a good time right now."
"Mara, I feel sick," Madison complained, looking a little green around the edges.
"Hold on, sweetie ... Jim, I'm sorry, but one of the kids is ... No, please don't hang up on me!"
"Gurrrgle," Madison said, clutching her tummy. She had had one too many cucumber sandwiches from the buffet table and started spewing green-and-white chunks all over the grassy floor.
Mara gave Eliza a pleading look. She didn't want to hang up on Jim. Not when he hadn't called her in so long. "Liza, please," she mouthed.
Eliza sighed and took Madison by the arm. "I told you not to have that last one," she scolded.
"I want my mommy," Madison whimpered, white spittle flying from her chin.
Eliza knew Madison's real mommy was probably a million
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miles away, so she chanced a look at Anna, who was greeting friends and looking untouchable in a new Valentino sheath and a massive ostrich-feathered hat. She guessed the last thing Anna wanted was to be bothered by a vomit-covered stepchild, so she carted Madison away to the parking lot to clean her up by the restrooms.
"Madison, if you have to go again, just make sure you don't do it all over my new shoes, okay?" Eliza asked, kneeling down to wipe away the puke from Madison's embroidered French blouse.
Eliza grimaced at the smell. "Ugh! I'm out of tissues!" she complained, and looked up to see the cute gardener from the Perry house who'd been giving her eye the other day, standing next to her, holding a towel.
"I thought you might need this," he said, offering it to her. His dark curly hair fell over his eyes, and he was wearing a blue one-piece work suit with J. Stone scripted on the left-hand pocket.
"No thanks, I've got it under control."
"Suit yourself" He shrugged.
"Don't you have, like, a tree to prune or something?" Eliza asked superciliously, still wiping the front of Madison's shirt and rubbing the mess into the fabric instead of the other way around.
"I'm off today. I do the landscaping for the field; I thought I'd make sure they didn't ruin my top seed," he said. "I'm Jeremy."
"I know who you are," she snapped.
He put away the towel and began to walk off, and right then
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Madison blew chunks all over Eliza's shoes. "Noooooo! I told you!" Eliza wailed, standing up in shock. "I just bought these!"
Jeremy ascertained the damage. "They're leather. It'll come off," he said, kneeling down and taking a shoe off Eliza's foot. "Let me." He began to clean off the ick.
"Seriously, you just can't leave a girl alone, can you?" Eliza said, softening a little. He really was cute.
"Not if I can help it." He grinned.
"You know, it's really okay. I'm totally fine. It's not that I don't appreciate all this ... she said, hopping on the other foot as Jeremy cleaned the other shoe. "Could you get--er--that part?" she asked, pointing toward a smudge.
Jeremy gave her an are-you-kidding look, but Eliza only smiled sweetly. "I guess this means I can't ignore you anymore."
"In some cultures we're practically married," he joked, standing up. "See you around... Eliza."
"How'd you know my name? And where do you think you're going?" she demanded in mock annoyance.
"I'm off now. Getting beers with the guys," he yelled back. "I didn't know you cared so much!"
"I don't!" she yelled back, but she was still smiling."C'mon, Madison," Eliza said, holding her hand. "Don't sniffle. You're okay, aren't you? Will you be good now and listen to what I say?"
The two headed back inside the tents. Mara was still engrossed in an intense cell phone conversation with Jim, and Jacqui was still MIA. Zoe, Cody, and William were seated at the
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table, scarfing down platters of raw clams, which they recognized from their high-protein-low-carb-diet. Eliza spotted Taylor and Lindsay smoking in the roped-off section and shooed Madison toward the other kids under the tent. She walked over to them so they could admire her outfit.
"Charlie was looking for you," Taylor said accusingly.
"He was here?" Eliza asked. "Where is he?"
"He's gone. He looked kind of mad,"
Lindsay added dramatically.
Eliza's shoulders slumped. All the time she was in the parking lot up to her ears in barf and flirting with the gardener, her ex- boyfriend was inside looking for her.
"I'm sure he'll call me later," Eliza said, trying to sound confident.
The minute they turned their backs, Eliza rushed over to the kids' table for a quick head count. William, check. Madison, check. Cody, check. But where was the other little girl? Oh, there she was, underneath the table, picking up a scallop from the floor.
Thank God. They were a lot of work, but she was actually starting to warm up to the pukey little brats.
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there is some pain even bacardi 151 can't numb
Madison had asked for another helping of shrimp, so Jacqui, thinking it was probably allowed on the little girl's diet, had gone to fetch her some. It was seafood after all-- how fattening could that be? As she spooned a few plump pink specimens on a porcelain plate, she glanced up across the lawn. It was divot-stomping time, and the game had stopped to let the spectators pound the clumps. Ladies in peau de soie and gentlemen in navy blazers and pressed khaki trousers paraded out to toe at the clumps of grass unearthed by the quick stops and starts of the ponies. They patted the earthy patties back into the ground, grass side up, of course.
Across the field a familiar mess of blond hair and glasses caught her eye. But Luca hadn't mentioned anything about attending the match! She put down the plate, all thoughts of feeding the child promptly fading from her memory.
Wait--what? Luca--holding some girl's hand? Someone who looked familiar? But why would he be holding her hand? Or
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gulp--kissing her? On the lips? Like that? She stormed over, all the hurt and misunderstandings she'd been keeping in check for the last month boiling in her brain.
"Luca!" she shrieked.
But Luke had seen her clear across the way and was ready. "Jacqui!" he said smoothly, kissing her on the cheek. "Good to see you!" He put an arm around her. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Karin. Karin, this is Jacqui. We met in Sao Paulo last spring break. And now she's working for the Perrys! Small world, huh?" He glared at Jacqui, warning her not to give him away.
"Hi, Jacqui," Karin said pleasantly. She was a mild-faced blonde with soft, rounded features and a small button nose. She was wearing a floral calf-length Laura Ashley dress that looked more like a sack.
Jacqui shook Karin's hand automatically. "Pleased to meet you," she mumbled.
It wasn't this girl's fault, Jacqui knew that. But just as she was trying to find the right English words to say, Luke turned and started to walk away, taking Karin along with him.
"Um, nice meeting you!" Karin called back.
Too hurt to run after him, Jacqui walked away, catching her high heels in the dense thick mud. Several South American polo players returning to the field walked by her, chattering to each other in Spanish and Portuguese.
"Cuidado," one said, catching her as she tottered.
"I know where I'm going!" Jacqui hissed. She brushed by them, completely oblivious to their appreciative stares.
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"Bonita!" yelled Nacho Figueroa, the handsome team captain. So what if she was gorgeous? She was miserable.
Jacqui walked off in a daze and found herself in front of a white linen table manned by a tuxedoed bartender.
"Bacardi. 151. Straight up. Double," she ordered, and downed four shots in quick succession.
She returned to the Perry table, where Eliza and Mara were in the middle of arguing about whether it was time to take the kids home yet.
"I swear, they won't mind!" Eliza pressed. She wanted to hightail it out of there before Taylor and Lindsay spotted her playing Mary Poppins. "Look how tired Zoe is."
"But Anna and Kevin didn't say anything about it," Mara said doubtfully.
"Do you really think they care if the kids see the end of the game? Look around you, Mara, everyone's leaving!"
It was true. Now that the TV cameras and the photographers from the society rags had departed, many of the guests decided they'd had quite enough themselves.
"Hey, Jacqui, where've you been?" Eliza snapped, then instantly regretted it when she saw the look on Jacqui's face.
"What's wrong?" Mara asked, concerned. They had never seen their self-possessed roommate so unnerved. Jacqui was shaking, her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry. And she smelled like a rum distillery.
Mara put a hand on Jacqui's shoulder. "You're so cold!" she said.
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"What happened?" Eliza demanded.
"It's ... Luca... . He ... he has a girlfriend... . He's been lying to me... ," Jacqui choked out.
"What?!" Eliza exclaimed.
"That's terrible!" Mara said.
"I just saw him ... across the field... . He said it was someone he used to date ... but it's not... . nossa ... that's why he never wanted to take me out anywhere... . I was just... a fling ... fiicil, and I thought ... I thought..."
"What a dickwad!" Eliza declared.
"Don't," Jacqui said. She felt even more depressed by their sympathy. "He's right behind you."
Eliza turned around and saw Luke van Varick with Karin Emerson.
"That's your Luca? Jacqui, you should have told me earlier! That's Luke Van Varick. He's like the biggest player in New York. A total jerk. I've known him for years. He and Karin have been dating since eighth grade, and he's been cheating on her the whole time."
Jacqui nodded and bit her lip. She had known something like this was coming; she just hadn't wanted to believe it. Now she was stuck in some godforsaken place in the States when she could have been in Rio with her friends.
"There was no way you could have known that," Mara consoled.
"He always plays that whole nerdy thing, like he's not interested, but it's all a ploy. He's totally cocky and arrogant. Ugh.
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He's the worst," Eliza said. "You're better off without him. Good riddance!"
"O que quer que, I need another drink," was all Jacqui said.
Eliza and Mara looked at each other helplessly, and then they did the things that came most naturally to them in times of crisis. Mara took a tissue and wiped the mascara from under Jacqui's eyes, and Eliza handed Jacqui two half-drunk flutes of champagne. For now, it was the best they could do.
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jacqui Knows that the best way to get over somebody is to get under someone else
An hour later Jacqui stood under the same tent, nursing her drink. The bartender had put a cheerful umbrella on her mojito, but the sight of the jaunty little paper parasol just made her feel worse. She rested her drink on a nearby table and fished in her purse for a cigarette.
"Excuse me," a guy said, placing an empty glass next to hers.
He'd been heading toward the parking lot before he stopped.
She looked up to see Leo--Luca's sweet friend Leo--standing there with a goofy grin on his face. He was wearing a similar seersucker jacket to the one Luca was also wearing that afternoon, with the sleeves scrunched to the elbows, and baggy blue jeans with the top of his flannel boxer shorts showing. It was very hip- hop Wasp, a big look in East Hampton that summer.
"Good to see you--hey, something wrong?" he asked when he saw the look on her face.
"Nothing," she said. She didn't want anything to do with him,
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especially anything or anyone who reminded her of Luca. "C'mon, you can tell me," he said gently, placing a hand on her bare shoulder.
"Seriously. No e nada. Maybe I'm a little homesick," she said. She realized once she said it that it was true. She missed home. The Hamptons were fun and all, but without Luca it was just another overpriced American city. She missed her grandmother, a stubborn old lady who worked long hours as a manager of a textile factory to keep her only granddaughter in school.
"You want to get dinner somewhere?" Leo asked. "There's a place not too far that has the best fish tacos."
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"I don't know. I should probably get back to work," Jacqui said, scanning the emptying tent for the Perry kids and her roommates.
"C'mon, seriously, it will make you feel so much better. C'mon," Leo said, taking her arm.
By then she was too drunk to argue.
He drove her to a taco stand in Amagansett, where they shared Baja fish tacos underneath a rickety straw roof. Leo was right, the food did make her feel better. She was still numb, angry, and hurt in a way that she didn't even want to think about-- she felt stupid and embarrassed on top of feeling lonely and miserable.
There had been signs, of course. The picture. His weird aversion to hanging out in the Hamptons proper. His constant excuses and absences. She was being played for a fool. Jacqui should have known better than that.
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She looked at Leo across the table as she chewed on the spicy, delicious mahi-mahi taco. He kind of looked like Luca, with that same glossy honey-colored hair. He even smelled like him--like Chanel Egoiste and aftershave. He dressed so much like Luca that Jacqui even made a mental bet that those were Tartan boxers underneath the baggy Fubus. He even talked like Luca. In fact, if she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend she was still with her Luca.
So when they stumbled out of the restaurant and Leo suggested maybe she might want to, um, hang out a little more, see his, um, guitar collection or something, she didn't say no. And when they got there and his guitar collection consisted of two wimpy Fenders and he tried to kiss her instead, she kissed him back. And when he lifted up her shirt and unzipped his jeans, she didn't protest. In Brazil they had a saying: The best way to get over somebody was to get under someone else.
"So, it's really over between you guys?" Leo asked when it was over and they were lying in his bed watching Jimmy Fallon needle the hapless host on SNL.
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