The Cosy Christmas Chocolate Shop: The perfect, feel good romantic comedy to curl up with this Christmas!. Caroline Roberts

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СКАЧАТЬ I always hate this bit … but look, I’m putting some bright yellow blossom out with snowdrops. What do you think? You can help me some more with ideas tomorrow.’

      ‘That’s really pretty. Do you want me to carry on bagging up the chocolates here? I’ve got a spare half hour. Well, it’s either that or heading back to face my homework. And to be honest, I need a little break. I’m only just off the school bus.’

      ‘That’d be great … thanks, Holly. How’s school going?’

      ‘It’s okay. Busy, especially now it’s Sixth Form and you just feel that pressure, you know, to get good A-level results next year. The grades are so important for uni or whatever I decide to do afterwards … agh, I don’t even know what I want to do afterwards.’

      ‘Just keep working hard, Holly, and you’ll be fine – that’s all you can do.’ That was pretty much her mantra in life at the moment.

      ‘Yeah. S’pose.’

      Em thought back to when she was eighteen. She’d quite enjoyed school, but wasn’t totally sure what she had wanted to do as a career either; teaching had seemed a sensible option, so she had gone off to uni in Durham, enjoyed student life, passed her degree, then taken a PGCE for a year and got herself a teaching post. She’d always loved cooking and specialised in food technology, but not all of her secondary students were that committed, and thought of it as a bit of a ‘dossy’ subject, which could be frustrating. It was fine, though; she got paid pretty well. And she had met Luke when he had started work at the same school a year after her. She probably would have stayed in that line of work had everything not veered off course spectacularly. But then … it really made you think that life was too short to be working away at something you didn’t love.

      She wondered for the umpteenth time how Luke would have felt about her becoming a chocolatier.

      ‘You okay?’

      ‘Ooh, yep, just in a little world of my own for a minute there. Cuppa?’

      ‘Sounds good.’

      ‘Tea okay? I feel quite thirsty.’

      ‘Great.’

      ‘I’ll just pop the kettle on.’

      She left Holly bagging up packs of truffles and fudge. The young girl was busy tying on ribbons in shades of bright pink, yellow and green, as Emma came back carrying two mugs. ‘Here.’

      ‘Thanks.’

      ‘They look pretty.’

      Holly was scraping scissors along the ribbons to make the ends curl.

      ‘The colours will go really well with the blossom in the display. Give it a cheery feel. You really are a ray of sunshine here, Holly,’ Emma added.

      Just then the dinging chime of the door went. They both looked up. Holly was already positioned behind the counter, so Emma stood back as a blond-haired young man wandered in. He looked about twenty and she saw him glance at her assistant with a shy smile, before perusing the shelves.

      ‘Can I help you?’ Holly said, her face blushing pink, nearly matching the bright ribbon in her hand.

      ‘Umm, well, I’m looking for a gift.’

      ‘Okay, well, what kind of a gift? Birthday?’

      ‘No, no, not a birthday, just a general thank you. More of an everyday gift, I suppose.’

      ‘Okay … well, we can tailor-make gift boxes. You can choose any favourite flavours and then we can put in the number of chocolates you’d like.’

      ‘Right, yes.’

      ‘For a lady?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Okay then. Well, there are truffles, ganaches, fruit flavours, alcohol, nuts – it’s up to you, really. Have a look in the counter here.’

      ‘Just a mixture would be great. I don’t mind. I’ll let you choose.’

      Holly took a medium-sized gold-coloured gift box and a pair of tongs and started taking various chocolates from the counter display, placing them on to the scales. She stopped at eight, saying that would cost just less than five pounds, including the box and wrapping.

      ‘That’s fine. Can you pop a couple more on, then? Thanks.’ He pulled out his wallet from his trouser pocket.

      ‘Okay, so that’ll be five pounds eighty altogether. And, if you just give me a second I’ll wrap them properly for you … pink, red, or gold ribbon?’

      ‘I don’t mind. You choose.’

      Emma saw him give Holly another smile.

      ‘Pink then.’ That was Holly’s favourite colour. Bright, bold and bubbly, just like she was. Holly did her magic with bows and curls, and popped the gift box into a crisp, white paper bag, tucking in one of their Chocolate Shop business cards.

      There was a moment as Holly handed back his change when their eyes met. Holly seemed to go a shade pinker. Em had to smile, though she pretended to be busy with her window display again.

      The young man left with a polite, ‘Thank you’.

      As the shop door closed with a ding, Emma said, ‘Now he was a nice-looking lad.’

      ‘Yes,’ Holly answered, her tone a pitch higher than normal. She watched the young man walk past the window, gave him a brief, friendly smile, and went back to packing up the gift bags once more.

      Emma grinned across at her. It might be a good thing that someone other than the apparently offhand Tom at school had taken her assistant’s attention.

       7

      There was a knock at the back door of the cottage and Emma went to answer it and seeing who it was or, more exactly, who it was and what she was wearing, burst out laughing.

      ‘I’m all set,’ Bev grinned, making her way into Em’s back kitchen.

      ‘I can’t believe you’ve actually walked around here like that.’

      Bev lived a ten-minute walk away across the far side of the village.

      ‘Yep, well, why not? I drew the line at coming across in my slippers, mind – they’re in the bag, along with a bottle of Prosecco and some cheesy nibbles.’ She offered up her carrier bag to Emma.

      ‘You look like some crazy bag lady.’

      ‘Well, thanks.’

      Bev stood before her in a full-on zebra-print onesie.

      ‘Right, well I suppose I’d better go and get mine on, then. Don’t want to be outdone. There’s two glasses ready there on the side so you get the Prosecco popped and СКАЧАТЬ