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Chapter Seventeen

With a few days to go until Cedarwood was overrun with blushing brides-to-be, I was overcome with the usual pre-event nerves. We had so many loose ends to tie up, including confirming all our vendors were on track and ready to wow our brides with their wares. Usually I thrived on the lead-up to any event, but because the bulk of my funds was invested in the expo it upped the ante, and made it all the more crucial that it go off without a hitch. It would be quite some time before I had enough of a financial buffer that I wouldn’t have to worry about every last penny. Still, it would keep me sharp, and invested in Cedarwood, knowing I couldn’t rest on my laurels.

Kai’s postcard stared at me from its perch on the mantelpiece, and I smiled, remembering him. I could hear him in my mind, Clio, take five deep breaths for me… and before long I’d tumbled into a Kai daydream. The what if always lurked in my subconscious, floating to the fore every now and then. When I tried to think of the chapel, and what needed to be done for the expo, all I could think of was Kai as he’d been in there – leaning against the damp wall, his blond hair mussed and windblown…

Half dreamy, I still had this niggling feeling that I was forgetting something to do with the chapel but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I’d have to find my to-do list and check it over.

“Earth to Clio, earth to Clio!” Amory waved a hand in front of me and laughed.

“What?” I said. “The gift bags and…”

She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?’ She searched her own list and said, “We have to make up the suites with the new linen, and yes, you’re right, fill up the gift bags, choose napkin colors…”

“Knock, knock,” Isla’s voice rang out, only slightly muffled by the branches of a fir tree she was carting. “Where do you want it? Please don’t say upstairs.”

“Isla, God, why are you lugging that yourself! Micah said he’d help!” She was almost bent over backwards with the weight of the tree in her arms.

“He’s lugging an even bigger one behind me somewhere. But it’d be good to put it down. Any time soon.”

I rushed forward to take some of the weight, fir needles poking me in the eye. “Argh!”

“Golly, and you call me a city girl!” Amory laughed. “Let’s put the smaller one in the lobby and Micah can take the other to the ballroom, yeah, Clio?”

Blinking away the sting I said, “Yes, perfect!” Decorating the tree was the cherry on top when it came to Christmas, the scent of earth and pine heavy in the air, the unmistakable perfume of the festive season! Waking up on Christmas morning with the snow-covered mountains in the distance, and trudging downstairs to warm myself by an open fire, peeking in stockings, drinking a gingerbread coffee – it was all to come and I could hardly wait. In the coming years I imagined some grand festive seasons if only I could make it through these first frugal times…

For a moment all the stress about the bridal expo vanished, and the thought of spending Christmas with my friends and family in the place I’d always dreamed of living thrilled me. I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The only thing casting a pall over my new life was Mom. She had refused to come back to Cedarwood and wouldn’t explain why. I knew she was somehow connected to the old owners who’d abandoned the lodge, and that she refused to talk about the overgrown maze hiding in the gardens, but she wouldn’t say anything more, and her silence made it so much worse. As though she couldn’t trust her own daughter with a secret. Those past hurts all resurfaced, as they tended to do at Christmastime.

Still, I was working hard on rebuilding our relationship, even though she made it difficult – I was seeing her once a week, having dinner, attempting to have that mother-daughter relationship I’d always dreamed of. I hoped to slip out the next day and visit her before we really knuckled down to the expo preparation. I also planned to swing by the Evergreen library to see if I could find any old articles about what exactly had taken place here all those years ago. There must have been something in the papers or at least a photo or two of the place in its heyday. I’d spent hours searching the web as well, but a place as small and out of the way as Evergreen didn’t exactly have much of an online presence. I couldn’t find anything that told me what had actually happened all those years ago.

When I mentioned the mystery to any Evergreen local they were conspicuously vague. But I couldn’t let it go. I had to find out what had happened. It was more than idle curiosity, it was a feeling that the future wouldn’t be as bright until we’d dealt with the past, lay those old ghosts to rest.

Isla shuffled along, hefting the tree into a corner, her breathing heavy. Amory tried her best to help but toppled on heels she refused to stop wearing. I’d given up weeks ago, and was back to wearing ballet flats for comfort as well as safety with the amount of running about I did. Once the tree was in place we stood, hands on hips, and admired it. The green pop of color brought the lodge alive – I knew it was these touches that would make the brides coming next week sit up and take notice. Cedarwood Lodge was definitely a gorgeous place to spend time and, more importantly, get married!

“Let’s decorate it!” Isla said, beaming, her freckled skin luminous with her efforts.

Even Amory was getting into the Christmas spirit, though she did her best to act indifferent. “I’ll get the box of decorations.”

Isla’s cheeks were ruddy from the cold and her eyes twinkled with happiness, just like the constellation of stars Micah would buy for her. She’d fallen head over heels for him and things were going well for the lovebirds. They tried to hide their affections but didn’t always succeed, I must have walked in on them kissing a hundred times since they started dating, and it always embarrassed them more than me. I loved love, and gave myself an imaginary pat on the back for playing Cupid with those two.

Covertly scrutinizing Isla, I did what I did best: I began planning a wedding. Imagining what color bouquet would suit her best (red and ginger bird of paradise flowers that would pop against her white dress, and complement her glorious red mane of hair), what song they’d choose for their first dance (‘Come Away with Me’ by Nora Jones). But I shook the mental preparation away, lest she see my eyes had glazed over and I was lost to the netherworld of wedding planning… Not to mention there’d been no actual proposal either. I was getting ahead of myself; it must’ve been the thought of all those brides about to descend. I had weddings on the brain and, seeing romance blossom before me, it was impossible not to plan their perfect happy ever after.

Micah trundled in with the second Christmas tree. Though it was twice the size of the other one he had it over his shoulder like it weighed next to nothing, and I couldn’t help but laugh as Isla gave him the goggle-eyes. “Where would you like this fine specimen?”

“The ballroom, please,” I said, pointing the way, almost giddy over so much wonderful Christmas preparation.

When Amory came back with decorations, we bent to the box, pulling out lengths of tinsel and ornaments. Holding a delicate handmade porcelain angel in her hands Amory said, “I’m only helping if I get to put the angel on top.”

I clucked my tongue as I weaved the tinsel over the tree. “You are such a child.”

“You’re only saying that because you wanted to do it.”

“True,” I laughed. “Lucky there’s two trees.”

“Before you start bickering about who does what, can we discuss the plan for the expo?” Isla joked, managing to drag her gaze away from Micah. “I want to double-check I haven’t forgotten anything.”

Amory hugged the angel tight and said, “Yes, let’s. Team-meeting time.”

Isla had been in the throes of landscaping the overgrown and forgotten tennis courts, but as winter blew in, she had shelved it for another time. There were also plans for volleyball by the lake – we were going to freight in some soft white beach sand, but again, winter had halted any of those ideas. Due to the arctic weather, and snowfall, Isla had taken on a more fluid role, and had agreed to be the recreation manager for our brides and any guests who might book in over winter.

“Let’s make coffee and chat,” I agreed as I turned on the dazzling twinkling lights and smiled at our barely dressed tree. There would be time for adding baubles and trinkets, but for now it sparkled with light and tinsel.

We ambled to the kitchen, calling out for Micah to join us. It was such a comforting space with its big old potbelly stove sitting in the corner like a long-lost uncle. I set about making drinks while the trio sat at the table, chatting about the expo and the odd jobs that still needed to be done. We’d been more organized this time, as I’d wanted to avoid any of the big setbacks we’d experienced with the anniversary party we’d planned last month. It was such a relief to be only a week away with most of the bigger jobs accomplished. Everything we needed – from Christmas decorations, to tubs of flour and sugar, right down to the Jingle Bells doormat – had been ordered ahead of schedule and delivered already.

I joined them and once again we tucked into Georges’s festive treats. He was testing them out for the expo and I knew snowman cake pops would be a huge drawcard. Not only did they look utterly festive, they tasted delicious too. Any future Christmas wedding would be remiss not to include them!

“Right,” said Isla as she took a notebook from her pocket. “So, what activities are we focusing on for the expo, and any guests who book in, bearing in mind it’s freezing out?”

“Sledding,” Amory piped up, cradling her coffee for warmth. “People love bundling up and heading outside and Walter from the hardware store gave the sleds we found in the storeroom the kiss of life.”

Micah nodded. “They’re painted rocket-red and will fly down the slope! I would have killed for one of those when I was a kid – hey, I’d love to go on one now!”

I grinned, but remembered that these great ideas all came with added admin. “Good idea, but I’d better check we’re insured for that activity before we advertise it.” I gulped. The paperwork never seemed to end and now I had to add liability insurance on top of the other costs. Safety was our first priority, but I still wanted our guests to have fun.

Isla read off her list. “What about a snowman competition…”

“I think snow-people is the correct term,” Amory admonished with a sardonic smile.

Isla grinned and said in a faux-serious tone, “Snow-object building, in no particular shape, size, color or sexual orientation. And we will award the loser first place, just to be fair.”

We all laughed and I was struck by how happy I was, here in the snug little kitchen, the snow falling outside, surrounded by friends – both old and new. I nodded for Isla to continue through her list of ideas. It was great she’d taken to the role of recreation manager of Cedarwood Lodge. She was full of initiative and we were lucky to have her.

“In the evenings we can light the campfire, toast marshmallows and sing songs.” Isla held up a hand. “Before you call me lame, Clio expressly asked for old-school fun and frivolity and nothing screams that more than singing ‘Kumbaya’ and having melted, charred marshmallow scald the inside of your mouth. Right?”

There were murmurs of agreement.

“The ice skates we found in the basement were no good, but, again, Walter came to the party and found a supplier with some excess stock quite cheaply priced. We have to pick those up, and then we can offer skating on the lake. Plus we’ve got the indoor activities we’d planned: life drawing, charades, tango lessons… anything else?”

“The bridal fashion show, that’s going to be spectacular, with bridal gowns, but also bridesmaids’ dresses, and mother-of-the-bride ensembles. Aunt Bessie has so many donut wedding cake ideas, I really think they’ll garner a lot of interest. There’s also the florist demonstrating different bouquet ideas, and centerpieces for the table. He mentioned some of the blooms were exotic, and quite dazzling in their color palettes.”

“I can’t wait to see them.” Amory shot a finger up. “Oh, Georges is doing cooking classes. But why don’t we suggest a Christmas-themed class? Besides, I think we’ve eaten most of the Christmas cookies and can vouch for how good they are. What do you think, Clio?”

“Yes! Georges won’t object to being surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls. We’ve got the library, the dance studio, the art room, and billiards in the games room – I think we’re covered. All we really need to do is wow them with what could be if they hire the lodge for their weddings. Show them that their guests would have a fantastic time – that they’d rave about attending the wedding of the year. Really paint our brides a picture of the uniqueness of the lodge and surroundings and what we can offer; anything is possible, remember. The key word is… yes. If they ask you something outrageous, yes, sure, we can do it! We can do anything for a price.” I gazed one by one into their fervent eyes and smiled. “Let’s hope we get some wedding bookings.” If we didn’t, it was a lot of money to outlay, but I knew the old adage was true: you had to spend money to make it.

Isla beamed and scribbled some more notes onto her pad.

The potbelly belched and we huddled closer. Once again it occurred to me by how lucky I was to be surrounded by people who wanted Cedarwood to succeed as much as I did. As we chomped through Georges’s Christmas cake pops, we made final plans for the expo and allocated jobs. I just hoped this bridal expo would go off without a hitch!