Meet Me at Willow Hall: A perfectly charming romance for 2019!. Carla Burgess

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      The couple on the top deck were kissing now, oblivious to me watching below. With a silent wish that their relationship would last longer than mine and Anthony’s, I walked on towards the bandstand.

      Further on, a toddler girl and her grandfather were throwing bread for a family of swans while seagulls wheeled above, their shrill cries slicing the air. The girl looked so adorable in her bright-red coat and red wellingtons that I couldn’t help but smile. Her dark hair was tied up in stubby pigtails and she kept shouting at the gulls and waving her little arms around while her grandfather knelt beside her, laughing. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching them and my heart lurched as I spotted Anthony sitting on a bench a few rows back.

      He hadn’t seen me yet. He was hunched over with his elbows on his knees, staring at the space between his feet. I hesitated, suddenly terrified and unsure whether to pretend not to have seen him and walk on. After all, he’d just been introduced to my pretend fiancé. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk to him right now, especially if he was going to ask me questions about Jayjay.

      But there was something about his posture that made me carry on staring. He looked sad, somehow. Dejected. Why did he look like that? What was happening in his life?

      So I found myself walking slowly over to him, my red mary-janes making a satisfying clop-clopping noise on the concrete until I was standing directly in front of him. He stared at my shoes for a moment before slowly straightening up and looking at me.

      ‘Oh.’

      I experienced a flutter of panic. What did oh mean? Did he think I’d followed him here? Maybe I should have just walked on after all.

      ‘I was just out for some fresh air.’ I pointed behind me at the river, as though it wasn’t obvious where we were. ‘I thought you’d gone.’

      He shrugged. ‘I thought I’d come down here. Relive some old memories.’ He smiled up at me, his eyes on mine, and I felt my heart shift in my chest. Had he really been thinking about me? Us? Before I could say anything, he looked around him. ‘I’ve missed this place. I forgot how pretty Chester is.’

      ‘Yeah, I guess I forget to look because I live here.’ I opened my mouth to ask if he remembered going on the boat cruise, then quickly changed my mind. I didn’t want him to say no, or say yes, it was boring, or something that might ruin my precious memories of a perfect day. ‘You live in a pretty place anyway, don’t you? Willow Hall is beautiful.’

      He grunted and shrugged. ‘I suppose so. But… ah, never mind.’ He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. ‘Would you like to sit down?’ He indicated the bench next to him and I sat down at the far end, leaving a generous gap between us.

      ‘So what’s up? Are you not happy living there?’

      ‘It’s not that. I like it better than I ever thought I would. It’s just a lot of pressure, you know. We need to make it work or we’ll lose it. We’ve only got one wedding booked for next year.’

      ‘Well, even one wedding’s a good start, isn’t it? And you have more open days coming up, don’t you? You’re bound to get something from those.’

      ‘Let’s hope so. The renovations have cost us a fortune. We need to start making some money somehow. Julian and I have put this off for far too long.’

      ‘I don’t understand how your mother’s kept it going for so long without your support. How did she cope?’

      Anthony shrugged. ‘We rent out land to farmers, so that’s provided some income. But if we’re going to keep the hall, we need to increase our revenue.’

      I stared thoughtfully up at the branches of the tree above us. ‘Why don’t you put on some other events this year if you can’t get weddings? Corporate events? Dog shows? Horse shows? Flower shows? Craft fairs?’

      ‘It’s a bit late to organise it all now.’

      ‘Why? They don’t have to be huge events. Start off small and well organised and invite the local press to get coverage.’

      Anthony stared thoughtfully at the river. A group of teenagers had hired a bright-orange pedalo and were laughing raucously as they tried to pedal against the current.

      ‘Hmm, that’s an idea.’

      ‘Do you know any rock stars that would put on a concert for you?’

      ‘Sadly not.’

      ‘Shame.’

      He chuckled and rubbed his face again. ‘Jayjay seems like a nice lad. Why aren’t you with him?’

      ‘He had to get back to work.’ I kept my eyes on the pedalo. Anthony’s use of the word lad hadn’t escaped me; he’d obviously noticed that Jayjay was younger than me. I hoped he wasn’t going to ask me questions I couldn’t answer. I was no good at lying.

      ‘What does he do?’

      ‘He’s a roofer.’ I think, I added silently to myself. I was pretty sure Bobbi had told me that, anyway.

      ‘He didn’t seem dressed for work.’

      ‘He had an appointment this morning, but he’s going back to work this afternoon.’

      ‘Ah, okay. So this flower show thing, how would we set that up?’

      I hesitated. Why was he asking my advice? ‘Err, well, you could advertise your own, although that might take a lot of organising and you might not be able to attract enough interest this year. Unless you contact your local horticultural society to see if they have any events planned that they might like to move to your hall?’

      Anthony pulled a face. ‘I doubt that would encourage any interest in our wedding business, though.’

      ‘Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t really know. How about a craft fair? That might be easier and could attract a broader range of people. Are the house and gardens open to visitors during the week?’

      ‘Not at the moment. We talked about it, but Mother’s not interested.’

      ‘But you wouldn’t have to open every day. You might not even get any visitors at first.’

      ‘Well, then, that begs the question of whether it would even be worth the effort.’

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