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Chapter Thirteen

“Don’t fidget!” Micah admonished me.

“Well, you’ve got your hand clamped over my eyes so tight I bet my eyelashes are going to snap clean off!” I laughed and took some ungainly shuffles forward.

“You can walk normally, you know, I’ve got you.”

I tried to walk but, shrouded in darkness, I couldn’t seem to remember how to do it, worried I’d trip on something.

“OK, you ready?”

“Ready,” I said.

“One, two, three,” he said, taking his palm from my eyes. “It’s done! Again. And ready to decorate. So get your skates on and let’s do this!”

I gasped, and put a hand to my mouth. “Micah! How did you get it done?” The ballroom stood empty before me. The ceilings had been redone, the new reproduction chandeliers hung. New downlights had been fitted, and the scorched smell had evaporated. The walls were fixed and painted. The ash and rubble had been removed, and the floors waxed to a shine, ready for the tap of dancing shoes.

“It wasn’t me,” he grinned. “Kai got everyone together, and with all hands on deck…”

“But yesterday… I just thought there was too much to be done.” I guess I’d been the one who’d given up hope, and hadn’t noticed they’d all pulled together one last time.

“Where is he?”

Micah pointed to the ceiling. “Upstairs. Mentioned something about measuring up the suites.”

“You guys…” A group of the tradespeople had clustered by the doors. “…Are the best! We can get this party started now!”

They let out a cheer, and I hugged them one by one, promising them free holidays at the lodge with their families once we were open for guests. Tears stung my eyes as I realized my dreams were about to come true. Despite the fire, the setbacks, the fear, it was all going to be OK. We’d host our very first party at Cedarwood, on time, and on point.

Two days later, Kai sat beside me, going through paperwork, while I made a list of things that still had to be done. Micah walked in, arm wrapped around Isla, and I hid a grin. Isla winked at me, and I knew it meant they’d talked about her past, and Micah would love her all the more for it.

“Team meeting?” he said.

“Yup. We have exactly five days until the party and I want to make sure we’re all aware of what needs to be done.”

Kai shuffled his papers into a stack, and waited.

“Kai is double-checking the safety aspects and the mobility aids. We want to make sure Imelda can get around every inch of the lodge if she so desires.”

“Got it,” Micah said, scribbling notes.

“Isla, where are you at?”

The gardens were taking the longest to do because there was only Isla to do it, and the weather hadn’t been ideal. Most days she sat out there in driving winds and sheeting rain, until I pulled her inside, and admonished her with the war cry, you’ll catch your death. It reminded me of my mother – she used to do the same thing when I was younger, like she was doing some kind of penance weeding our garden in inclement weather.

Isla fidgeted with her hair. “There’s so much to do, and I’m worried we’ll run out of time. I’ve been concentrating on clearing the west side so at least it’s tidy, but I was hoping to get some flowers planted and the fountain up and running. The grounds, though… well, they seem to go on for ever.”

I gave her a reassuring smile. “You’ve done a great job, Isla. Seriously. I’ll try and think of a way to get you some extra help. In terms of resources and equipment, just let me know what you need and we’ll order it. If you concentrate on the immediate area around the lodge itself, that will be enough. But it would be great if the fountain did get finished.”

Kai spoke up. “We have got a couple of people coming in for the fountain – someone to look at the electric water pump, and another guy to fix the render, and then Isla can plant the water lilies.” We chatted for the next hour, our notepads filling with last-minute jobs. Stress tried to creep into my shoulders, but I pushed it away, giddy with the thought that we were almost there, if only we could work doubly hard once more. I only hoped we all had enough left in the tank to do it.

Everyone scurried away, ready to round up help and get the jobs done. Outside was a flurry of activity, men jostling as they went to and fro to the bins, some hooting and hollering about lending a hand.

With the furniture delivery imminent, I didn’t have time to help Isla out in the garden – cleaning the lodge would take an age and we just didn’t have the people power. I did the unthinkable and called Mom, hoping she’d be amenable to my request.

“Clio, hi,” she said. “No more fires?”

I detected a touch of empathy in her voice. I double-checked the phone to make sure it was in fact my mother’s number. “Not yet, but the day is young.”

She tutted.

“Mom, I need your help. I know you’re not keen on Cedarwood, for reasons I can’t fathom, but will you come and trim the hedgerows? Our landscaper is swamped and we’re running out of time. I can’t really afford any more helpers.”

“So you found it?” she said, her voice anxious.

“Umm?” The hedges surrounded the front of Cedarwood as a boundary line; they weren’t exactly hidden.

“The maze.”

“The maze? No!” Micah and I had played all over the grounds of Cedarwood as children and had never come across a maze. “Where’s the maze?” And how on earth did she know about it?

“It’s on the eastern side of the estate, near the lake.”

“We haven’t got that far back yet.” There was a collection of chalets on the eastern border, more spacious, with extra bedrooms.

“Leave it hidden, please. I’ll help you if you promise me that.”

“Well…” Part of me wanted to drop the phone and run through the grounds to find it… first, though, I hoped Mom would explain herself. “Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. But will you do me that one thing?” There was an edge to her voice, as if she was one step away from screaming.

I sidestepped her demand. “Did you used to work here?”

“A long time ago.”

“And?”

“And then the doors were closed.”

“Why, what happened?”

“It’s such a long story, Clio, and I’d rather not get into it with you over the phone.”

I tried to gauge every nuance in her voice for clues as to what had taken place. Did I detect a brief hint of guilt? I couldn’t be sure. Not wanting her to shut down completely, I asked again, “So, Mom, I’m really in a bind, can you help with the hedges?” And hoped in person I’d get some answers.

“If you promise me you’ll leave the maze hidden.”

“I guess that leaves me no choice. OK, it’ll stay hidden for now.”

It was almost impossible not to yell tell me your secrets! But everything was baby steps with Mom. Her standing on Cedarwood soil was a start. A very promising one at that.

“Good, I’ll come then.”

The tradespeople who’d stayed around for the ballroom reveal said slow goodbyes as I enveloped them all in hugs and offered my thanks once more. They drifted to their vehicles. We waved to them as they drove away, their faces weary but triumphant. I hoped they’d take me up on the offer of returning with their families to holiday at Cedarwood over the summer. They’d worked so dang hard for me and words just weren’t thanks enough.

There was only the four of us now, and whoever else I could rope in to help. And while I was happy we were getting closer to the result we wanted, I was still sad to see the tradespeople go. They’d given it their all, and wouldn’t be here to see the finished product – the place dressed to impress for the party.

Isla cuddled up to Micah. She seemed a perfect fit, her body folded into the crook of him, her hand entwined with his. “I might go warm up in front of the fire,” Isla said.

“Let’s all go inside. I’ll make cocoa?”

We trampled inside, our boots dewy from the wet grass. Even I’d relegated my heels to the back of the wardrobe recently, not only because I tripped over anything and everything like some blustering fool, but because it was damn cold. We’d be in for a snowy, white Christmas if this kept up. The thought sent tingles of excitement through me, imagining decorating the lodge for the festive season, and the parties we could host here. But one step at a time…

Inside we gathered in the front parlor, a spacious room that was now furnished with sumptuous chairs with fat cushions. Micah added more wood to the fire, which shot up tiny sparks like fireworks.

I hurried to the newly installed kitchen, made a pot of cocoa and brought it back with mugs and marshmallows. The kitchen craftsman had finally answered the phone, and feeling sorry for us because of the fire, and our deadlines, had sent his entire team the day before to fit it out. Everything was done by the skin of our teeth at Cedarwood, and I hoped in time we’d be more organized.

Isla helped me serve the warm drinks before we settled into the soft cushions of the couches once more.

“So,” Isla said, taking a sip of her hot drink, “did you wangle any help for the garden?”

I smiled, having completely forgotten to tell her about Mom, and her surprise knowledge. “Yes, my mom is coming.” I went to tell her about the maze, but stopped, remembering my promise. “Just so you know, my mom – Annabelle – she can be a little… reserved. Don’t take it the wrong way, she’s just introverted.”

Isla tilted her head. “Annabelle’s your mom?”

I raised a brow. “Yes. Do you know her?”

“I’ve been having breakfast at Puft and I chat with her most mornings. She’s always very interested to know what’s going on here. I thought it was odd she hadn’t visited you, but she said she was busy helping your Aunt Bessie in the kitchen at Puft…”

“She asked you about Cedarwood?” That was a very different spin to the one my mom had been giving me this entire time. She hadn’t wanted to hear a word about the place when it was me talking. How odd.

“Every day.”

“She’ll be here soon, so if you can show her what you want her to do that would be great.”

So Mom wasn’t as uninterested as she led me to believe. Why would she ask Isla about Cedarwood? And what had happened in that maze?