Brides and Bouquets At Cedarwood Lodge. Rebecca Raisin

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      With a few days to go until Cedarwood was going to be 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 were invested in the expo it upped the ante, and made it all the more crucial that it go off without a hitch.

      Kai’s postcard stared at me from its perch on the mantelpiece, and I smiled, thinking it was a sign. 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.

      “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 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 was heavy in the air, the unmistakable perfume of the festive season! Waking up 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, was all to come and I could hardly wait.

      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 abandoned the lodge 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.

      Still, I was working hard on rebuilding our relationship. 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 wanted 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.

      When I mentioned the mystery to any Evergreen local they were conspicuously vague. But I couldn’t let it go. Add to that the fact that there was a hidden maze on the Cedarwood grounds, I had to find out what happened. It was more than idle curiosity, it was a feeling the future wouldn’t be as bright until we’d dealt with the past.

      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, I was back to wearing ballet flats for comfort as well as safety. I couldn’t keep tumbling into the arms of innocents and declaring it an accident. 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, 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. I wondered 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, Nora Jones) But I shook the mental preparation away, lest she see my eyes had glazed over and I was lost to the nether world 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 happily-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 at 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 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 halted any of those ideas. Due to the arctic weather, and snowfall, Isla had taken on a more СКАЧАТЬ