Celebrations and Confetti At Cedarwood Lodge: The cosy romantic comedy to fall in love with!. Rebecca Raisin

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      “Help with the chair would be mighty kind,” Edgar said and moved to one side while I took the other. We hefted the surprisingly light Imelda up.

      With my back holding open the oak door, Edgar wheeled Imelda into the lobby, the scent of wet paint heavy in the air. Drop sheets were scattered across the floor to catch spills and the sounds of work echoed around the lodge.

      “It might look like a big mess at the moment, but trust me there’s a method to the madness. We have a strict schedule in place.” It was hard to envisage what the lodge would look like with groups of laborers in clusters, drilling, hammering, filing, and edging. Tools were scattered, buckets were littered here and there. Bags of rubbish sat awaiting removal. The couple followed my noisy tread, the wood underfoot making a weird kind of song depending on where we stepped. Squeak, ping, pop, ahh.

      Imelda shook her head as if she was mesmerized, “I’m sure you’ve got a handle on it all.” We continued through the expanse of the lobby with its thick American oak pillars, and dusty chandeliers swaying in the breeze, their crystals clinking gently like a song, prisms of colored light dancing on the walls. The stone fireplace needed a little love, its mantle was missing, but still a fire crackled in the grate, adding to the ambience.

      Firelight shimmered across the room. Even in its disorderly state the lodge radiated a type of warmth, a feeling of relaxation and expectation of what might be…

      “As you can see I’m trying to keep as much of it original as I can.” I wanted the lodge to keep its old world charm. “The overall look with remain as it was all those years ago.”

      “That’s music to my ears,” Imelda said, beaming. “We worried the lodge might’ve been purchased by a huge consortium and turned into some modern monolith. I’m so glad that’s not the case.”

      We continued to a small salon. I just managed to narrowly avoid kicking over a bucket full of cleaning equipment. The room was musty, with old brocade curtains clinging to their rusty rails. “Edgar, don’t you remember, we used to play charades in here.” Imelda said, reaching up to grasp her husband’s hand.

      “You’ve stayed here before?” I asked, a shiver of excitement running through me. They’d stayed at Cedarwood in its heyday? No one I’d known had actually been inside the lodge as it had been closed down for so long.

      Edgar turned Imelda’s chair to face me. “We got married here,” she said dreamily.

      I gasped. “You did? That’s incredible!” No wonder they’d been so eager to see the place as it was – warts and all – and could imagine what it would look like in the future.

      Her face broke into a smile and I could see the bright-eyed young girl she’d been. “Coming up to fifty years ago I was a blushing bride of twenty-five years old. Edgar was twenty-six. We found each other late in life, or what was deemed late back then. All our friends were already married and had a bunch of babies. We fell in love but there was only a few weeks before Edgar was shipped off to the war.”

      “I can’t believe this!” My pulse thrummed knowing their story ended in Happy Ever After, because here they stood. “What a story, and to have you return to the lodge…” I wanted to hug them, but held myself in check. “How long were you away, Edgar?” I shuddered, thinking of the young man – as he then was – being thrust into such a dangerous wartime situation.

      He gave Imelda a meaningful glance and said, “Two years, four months, and one day,” he blushed. “Or thereabouts. Thankfully, or not so thankfully depending how you see it, I was shot in the foot and sent home. Never ended up making it back to my platoon though…”

      A ray of sunlight landed on Imelda like a soft spotlight. “Yes, I was lucky and got to keep him safe at home with me.”

      They recollected the war, and how they missed each other fiercely for the two and a bit years he was away. The talked about the letters they wrote and all the promises they vowed to keep as soon as he returned home.

      “Did you keep those promises?” I asked.

      “We did,” he said. “You just don’t have an inkling when you’re young how fast those years flick by. Though I’m sure there’s been plenty of days Imelda has wanted to walk off into the sunset with someone else,” he laughed.

      Imelda considered it. “Once or twice I wanted to put your head in the oven, I can’t lie.”

      He nodded. “See? Luckily our oven is electric. And we made it through fifty years with lots of talking, lots of communicating as you young folks call it.” He chortled. “When we heard this place had itself a new owner, we knew it was a chance to throw one hell of a party. We like the idea of coming back to where we began.”

      They exchanged a glance, a private message in their rheumy eyes. Whatever happened in my life I vowed right then to wait for the perfect man, I wouldn’t compromise. I wanted the fairy tale that I saw before me. Even if I ran into my old gang of friends in Evergreen and I was the only one still single. Still utterly without The One at thirty-three. Now was not the time to dwell on it. It didn’t matter. Love couldn’t be rushed. Focus, Clio, this isn’t about you.

      “I promise if you have the party at Cedarwood there’ll be lots of celebrations, and confetti. It will be an ode to your life together, the love you share. I’ll make it as special as it so deserves to be.”

      Imelda gestured for me to lean close and gave me a tight hug. “What do you mean if…We came here to tell you to get the ball rolling… We aren’t spring chickens any more. The only problem I envisage is time. You see, we want to celebrate on our wedding day, makes sense of course, but that’s only six weeks away… you think you can do it?” She gazed around the lodge, like she was imagining the place as it once was.

      Could we get the ballroom and entrance done in six short weeks? There was the garden to consider, guest bathrooms, safety measures… But their faces… they looked so awed by the lodge, how could I say no? “Sure,” I said, voice brimming with confidence for the first time since I’d arrived. “We can do it.”

      She gave me a grateful smile. “I better find those high heels then. Maybe I’ll get the leopard print and the red, you just never know when a gal might need a pair of fancy shoes.”

      “It pays to be organized.” I winked. “And I’m truly honored you’re going to have the party here.” My mind spun with ideas, questions, solutions, and we hadn’t even started yet.

      “It’s like the circle of life, we started here, and it will end here…” Imelda was a romantic, I sensed a likeminded soul.

      I said, “Would you like to continue to the ballroom?”

      Edgar pushed the wheelchair slowly forward. “Sure, let’s see it.”

      Imelda smiled, and fussed with a rug on her lap. “If I close my eyes I can still recall the excitement in that young girl’s heart, feel the butterflies floating in her belly at the thought that handsome young man was going to be her husband. I really didn’t believe you’d show up, Edgar. Isn’t that the silliest thing?”

      Edgar went to reply but stopped as Imelda’s hand went to her throat, and her face paled. She let out a small groan, and scrunched СКАЧАТЬ