‘I’m sorry, Alex,’ she said. ‘I just need to be alone.’
Olivia heard a loud rip and saw that Tessa’s luxurious golden gown had got caught under the chair, tearing a large hole in the train. Tessa held the torn fabric limply in her hand and a single sob broke from her lips before she rushed for the door.
‘Tessa, wait!’ Prince Alex called after her. He seemed at a loss to know what to do – chase his bride or deal with the unwanted intruder.
Does this mean the wedding is off? Olivia wondered. How awful!
But then she discovered she had more pressing concerns – like why the floor of the Banquet Hall was rising up to meet her and why she was seeing doubles of Ivy! She toppled over just as blackness covered her vision.
One moment Olivia was standing next to her, and the next Ivy saw her begin to crumple to the floor. In an instant, Ivy shot her hands out and caught her sister’s limp body just before she fell flat on her face.
‘Olivia!’ she cried. Ivy’s heart thudded in her chest and it felt like she couldn’t get a breath of air into her lungs. ‘Olivia, Olivia! What’s going on?’ Ivy cradled her sister’s sagging body. Olivia’s eyes were wide and blank and her mouth hung open like a guppy fish. ‘Can somebody please help me?’ she asked, frantic.
Much to her surprise, instead of coming to her aid, Ivy saw Horatio sprint out of the room. Could he really be that squeamish when her sister needed help?
Her dad and Lillian rushed to her side. Lillian pressed the back of her hand to Olivia’s forehead. ‘She’s burning up,’ she said. ‘Do you think she’s come down with something? We should get her up to your bedchamber.’ She hooked one of Olivia’s arms over her shoulders and let Ivy support her on the other side.
Vincenzo’s face hovered over Ivy. ‘I can be of service,’ he said.
But Charles shot him a death-stare that Ivy would have had to practise for years to master. ‘I can take care of my daughter, thank you very much.’ His voice was icy. ‘Maybe you should worry about your niece . . . or, better yet, you can help by disappearing altogether. You ruined one wedding years ago – please don’t spoil a second one now.’
Vincenzo’s mouth worked to form words. ‘But . . . It wasn’t . . . It wasn’t my fault. You cannot besmirch my name like this. I have my honour to think of!’ He flung his cloak over one shoulder and began to march from the room, as though he had decided something. Then he stopped dead at the sight of Prince Alex, whose piercing eyes seemed to dare him to say another word.
Alex grabbed Vincenzo’s elbow and pulled him further away from the crowd surrounding Olivia. ‘I don’t know who you are, but you are clearly not welcome in this home.’
‘Don’t worry, my liege.’ The last word dripped with sarcasm. ‘I am already going.’
‘I’ve had enough of this,’ Charles muttered, overhearing the confrontation. With one glance back, the twins’ father scooped up Olivia and carried her out of the room, Ivy and Lillian close behind.
Ivy tried to keep her breathing under control. Please let Olivia be OK . . .
Ivy sat cross-legged on the floor beside Olivia, who was spread out like a corpse on the floor. Lillian had taken Charles back downstairs, to find a cool drink for Olivia. Ivy held her sister’s cold, sweaty hand and kept repeating: She’s going to be fine, she’s going to be fine, she’s going to be fine, like one of Mr Abbott’s Zen mantras. Ivy realised that she and her twin had been using the word ‘fine’ a lot in the past few days – usually at times when they were very definitely not fine.
She tried to shake the thought from her head. Olivia was probably just run down from the flight – or suffering from some kind of allergy. No biggie. Ivy nearly choked as she mentally borrowed one of her sister’s phrases.
Olivia would be fixed up in no time. This was Transylvania, home of the vampires, they were supposed to be advanced in medicine. They’ll have something special to help her . . .
Right?
Horatio hurried in with an older woman, carrying a black medical kit that would have looked sinister to Ivy if she weren’t relying on it to make her sister better. So that was why Horatio had rushed out of the room – to get help! By the way the two of them stood close together, Ivy guessed this must be Helga, the gardener Olivia had been telling her about – the one Horatio had a crush on.
Helga looked from Olivia to Ivy, shaking her head and clucking her tongue. ‘Now I see what the problem is.’ She kneeled down next to Olivia’s frail body, wringing her hands. ‘I had no idea that Miss Olivia was human!’
Are you kidding? Ivy thought. What vamp would be caught dead wearing pink from head to toe and shimmery eyeshadow? She didn’t say any of this to Helga, though. Right now, she needed the herbologist to focus on fixing her twin.
‘How could I not realise?’ Helga’s lips were pressed into a thin line. ‘It’s just that I saw her doing a spectacular somersault and it seemed so quick and agile, I thought that she must be a vampire.’
‘What somersault?’ Ivy asked. She hadn’t heard a word about any impromptu acrobatics and, besides, they were a bit far removed from Olivia’s cheerleading practice for that sort of thing.
‘The one after she fell out of the tree. I think she was trying not to squish any of my plants.’ Helga shook her head. ‘But all I cared about was that she was all right.’
Falling out of a tree? Performing somersaults? Apparently Olivia’s day had been more eventful than she’d let on. Ivy smiled weakly. ‘That’s my sister for you.’