Brides and Bouquets At Cedarwood Lodge. Rebecca Raisin

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      I joined them and once again we tucked into Georges’ 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 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 the 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-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, billiards in the games room. Virtual exercise classes, 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.”

      Isla beamed and scribbled some more notes onto her pad.

      The potbelly belched and we huddled closer, once again I was struck 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’ 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!

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