But it was all hands on deck inside, a flurry of activity, and I moved to help them, heart bursting for Micah and Isla.
I took the lengths of golden tulle from the trestle table; it was soft as silk in my hands. Kai carefully extended the ladder to the ceiling so he could bolt the fabric from the middle point, and we’d drape it along sections of wall. Under the lights it’d shine luminously and break up the monotony of the wood, giving the room a touch old Hollywood glamor.
I handed a section to Kai and he climbed up the ladder. “Here?” he asked, gathering the material.
“A little to the left… more… yes.”
With quick steps, he was back down the ladder, attaching the bottom half to the wall above the pictures we’d hung.
After double checking the preparations I sent everyone off to rest and get ready for the party, and headed to my suite.
Upstairs I ran a bath, figuring I could steal ten extra minutes to soak the anxiety away as best I could, for a long night on my feet. Though my limbs were heavy, I was full of energy. All the hard work had been done – and in this case, renovating the lodge thrown into the mix – and now we could enjoy the fruits of our labors, by making sure Imelda and Edgar had one of the best nights of their lives.
I undressed and stepped into the rose-scented bath, trying my hardest to relax, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. Groaning, I climbed out, toweled myself dry and debated what to wear.
Eventually I decided on a navy blue wrap jersey dress that hugged my frame and gathered on one side. I stepped into a pair of wedges the same hue, and applied make-up and a slick of gloss. I was eager to get downstairs, and didn’t bother with any more primping and preening. It was almost as though I could hear Amory’s voice. She’d be admonishing me for not making up my eyes, and not fussing with my hair. I really missed her, but tried to focus on the matter at hand.
Chapter Fifteen
I gasped. Imelda was transformed, wearing a scarlet dress with a faux fur wrap, and her shiny red heels. Her ash gray hair had been set and fell in soft curls around her shoulders. Behind her, pushing the chair, Edgar was suited up, and this time I noted the hem of his pants covered his ankles.
I rushed to greet them. “You both look very dashing,” I said. “Imelda, you’re sparkling like a movie star.”
“A very old one.”
I bent to kiss her, and stood to shake Edgar’s hand. He was cold, I noticed, his hand clammy. “I’ll get the fires stoked up a little more. It’s freezing out tonight.”
“Thanks, dear. Now let us see the ballroom, I’ve heard it’s as pretty as a picture.”
Edgar remained silent, but gave me a smile. Maybe he was nervous. The entire town had heard about the party, and each day the numbers increased. I worried the costs would jump too high, but they assured me it was fine. They wanted it to be the night of their lives no matter what.
The double doors of the ballroom were swung open, revealing the room in all its glory. Round tables were dressed with white tablecloths and adorned with candelabras and glittery white candles. Champagne flutes stood proud. The tulle ruffled slightly as we walked in, the gauzy material casting a shadowy hue over the room. The fire was crackling softly in the background, a nice soundtrack to the party.
“Oh, my lord. It’s the most beautiful room ever. How on earth did you do this in such a short space of time, my dear? I was expecting… I don’t know, just the bare minimum, but this… it’s so elegant.”
“I had a great team of people who helped every step of the way. Let me show you the photo wall.” I took the handles of the wheelchair so Edgar could see them up close too.
Edgar shook his head, and took a handkerchief from his top pocket. “Remember that day, Mellie?” He pointed to a shot of the family sitting at the top of the Grand Canyon. “You thought we’d be able to climb down there, got all uppity when that ranger told you off.”
She laughed. “What was I thinking? Such a troublemaker back then.”
When they came to their wedding photo, they clasped hands and remained silent, their eyes wandering slowly over it, taking in every detail.
“You both looked so happy,” I said.
“We were, gosh, we really were. It’s hard to believe it’s almost over,” Imelda said, her voice barely audible.
“We haven’t even started yet,” I said. “We’ve got the whole night.”
***
The party was in full swing, music played from unseen speakers, and the tap of high heels could be heard all the way down to the lobby. I’d got my wish, Cedarwood had been given the kiss of life once more, and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.
I rushed back to the ballroom, champagne bottles clutched against my chest. Kai took bottles from me, and stowed all but one behind the bar. He went around topping up glasses ready for the speeches. I motioned for Isla and Micah, who each grabbed another bottle and followed suit.
With a wink at Edgar, a sign for him to get ready, I fiddled with the microphone, adjusted the height for him. Once on, I gave him a nod, and handed it over to a beaming Edgar. I tapped a champagne glass with a spoon in an effort to get everyone’s attention.
Edgar stood tall and proud, and nodded to the guests. He cleared his throat, and said, “Bear with an old man tonight folks… You know, not all of us are lucky in love. Some people find love but lose it, some only have an imitation of the real thing. Others search for it their whole lives, never quite catching it, but always believing it’s there if only you try hard enough. Me and Mellie were part of that exclusive club of lucky ones. We knew it from the moment we laid eyes on each other, what we’d found, and we cherished that our whole lives, never taking it for granted. There were times where our love dimmed, those periods in a marriage where things get hard, and the only reason the light didn’t fade to black was because we worked on it. We worked hard on it, knowing that it was a rocky patch and that we could beat anything that tried to pull us apart. Our kids grew up, and moved out, and are a source of pride to us – they’re good people with big hearts, and that’s all you can ask in a person. And then there’s you. Those who’ve been with us since our marriage, and those we’ve only just met…” He nodded to me, smiling, “You’ve enriched our lives, and added to our story, and we want to thank you for that. Imelda and I wish you all lives filled with love and joy and happiness, and hope that you find what you’re looking for. If you’ll indulge an old man once more, allow me to say this, life really is what you make it, so don’t settle for second best. Grab hold of it and shake it up, follow your dreams – because one day you’ll wake up, and if you’re lucky enough you’ll be seventy-six and standing where I am and wondering where on earth did all that time go? From the bottom of our hearts, thank you all for celebrating with us here tonight.”
We clapped, the sound deafening as Edgar’s words reverberated in our minds.
He waved, and hobbled back to Imelda, whose eyes were shiny with tears.
Georges entered the room with the cake aloft and everyone cheered once more. As Edgar pushed Imelda’s wheelchair to the center of the room guests threw heart-shaped confetti at her feet.
Georges presented Imelda with the cake to more gasps of delight. The couple radiated a type of joy that I hadn’t seen in such a long time. They appreciated every little thing, from the frames on each table, to the tulle draped above, and now the elaborately decorated colorful cake. They cut the cake, both holding the knife before Imelda spoke a few words.
“My darlings, like Edgar said, we wanted to thank you all for making time for us tonight. And we wanted to say a special thank you to Clio and the team at Cedarwood for achieving the impossible to make sure we could celebrate here, back to where it all began. I hope you’ll all remember the lodge, and look after our newest Evergreen resident.”
I blushed to the roots of my hair and mouthed thank you to Imelda.
Next came the slideshow, and Imelda and Edgar’s family circled them as photos flashed from a drop-down screen. T
heir favorite songs played, and there was much crying and squeals of delight. I watched them for a beat, surrounded by their family, in their own little bubble of memory. While that played, I took a champagne flute and went outside on the deck for some fresh air, and to think about the night and the words that had been spoken. A lone tear escaped, part happiness, part sadness. I didn’t want it to ever end, for people to leave the lodge, but I supposed what I really meant was Kai. He kept intruding on my mind, and I was a touch despondent that he was packing up and leaving Evergreen for good in the early hours of tomorrow morning. I wished I’d been truer, followed my heart more with him, but what did I want? There was an unmistakable spark there on my part, but it was too late. And really, what could happen? His job took him around America, Evergreen would become a distant memory, so maybe it was for the best. The vague pang of desire I had was too indistinct to act on anyway.
I drank my champagne, toasting to my new life at Cedarwood Lodge, knowing even though I had a hard road ahead of me, I was in charge of my life for the first time ever. For now, it was time to serve the cake and start the cleanup.
Back inside, I watched everyone for a beat, and smiled to myself at the obvious joy on their faces. The first Cedarwood party was a success, and not even the exhausted haze I was in could dampen my happiness.
Under the moonlight, after much kissing and hugging, the last guest finally left. I shut the main doors and leaned against them. Every muscle ached, and I could still hear the thump of music even though it had been silenced an hour ago. I took off my heels and limped into the kitchen where the team sat nursing cups of steaming hot coffee.
I sat heavily, and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you for tonight. You guys were totally amazing.”
Micah and Isla were draped together, and Kai sat next to Georges, who snored softly, his arms resting over his chef whites.
Coffees were emptied and slowly everyone pulled themselves up, and headed for the door. We’d made beds up in the suites so no one had to drive after such a manically long day. I’d promised them all a full breakfast in the morning, and only hoped they’d sleep in so I could too.
Georges tapped my shoulder. “Night.”
“Night, Georges. Thanks for your help.”
Micah’s eyes were practically hanging out of his head. He took Isla’s hand and led her away, with a backwards wave.
“S-o-o-o, then there were two.” Kai looked alert, as if he’d already had eight hours’ sleep, though I knew he’d been at it longer than anyone.
“Let’s soak up the moonlight one last time,” I said, pulling him up.
We retreated to the deck once more.
“You look beautiful under the stars,” Kai said. He was wearing a suit, and it fit him well, making him all the more handsome, like some billionaire playboy with his too-long locks and penetrating blue eyes.
“Thank you.” I tucked a tendril of hair back. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” A sudden wave of shyness hit me. Hadn’t I wished I had time to tell him how I felt, the inkling I had that there was a spark between us we hadn’t acted on? I froze, unsure of my footing. Was there any point further complicating my life? Kai was leaving, and maybe that spark would fizzle out when we parted for good, because this was goodbye…
Kai watched me for a beat. “I’ll miss this place.”
A lone star streaked across the sky, star dust following in its wake. I took it as a sign: Kai wouldn’t come back, so this was my chance. It was time to take a risk!
Standing on tiptoes, I acted before I could overthink it and quashed his farewells with a kiss. It was almost instantaneous, heat exploded through me as Kai leaned in deepening the kiss, making me dizzy. Slowly he pulled away, his hands slung low on my hips. All I could do was stare into his eyes, struck mute by desire. I’d never been kissed quite like that before.
“Cl-li-oh!” A voice emanated from the front hall, slowly reaching me as I came out of my daze.
I looked quickly back at Kai, but I couldn’t read his expression.
“Clio,” he said, his voice soft. “I have an early start tomorrow so I… better head in.”
“Sure, go for it.” I tried to sound blasé. So much remained unsaid, but what could I say now that someone was here? Would he just wake up and drive out of Cedarwood like nothing happened?
“Cl-li-oh!” I turned towards the voice just in time to see Amory burst through the ballroom doors. I took a step back from Kai, the moment to say anything slipped away and my worry about what that kiss – that kiss – had meant settled in.
“Amory! What are you doing here?” Surprise rang out in my voice as I glanced back over my shoulder to see Kai disappear through the back door.
“I couldn’t let you throw your first party alone, could I?” Amory said as she strode across the floor in her six-inch heels and tight wrap dress, looking every inch the polished Manhattanite. “But where is everyone? It’s only just after midnight!”
I laughed, “We’re in Evergreen, not New York!” I gave her a huge hug, shocked that she would come all this way just for me. But of course she would, she was Amory, it was just her style to arrive ‘fashionably late’. And to interrupt.
“Seriously Clio, where is everyone?” Amory said, spinning around on her heels as my head reeled with a jumble of emotions.
“No really, Amory. Everyone went home. And tomorrow,” I took a deep breath, “most of the team are leaving, now the lodge is finished.”
“Well, darling,” she said, linking our arms and steering me down the steps to the lush gardens, the flowers a riot of color under the moonlight, “I’m here to stay.”
I was giddy with the knowledge Amory wasn’t leaving right away, but I knew there was another reason behind her sudden arrival. Not wanting to ruin the moment I decided to wait, she’d tell me when she was ready. Now wasn’t the time to start pushing her over her secrets, especially when I had one of my own.
Stars twinkled in the inky night as we stared out at the place I called home, and I knew with a startling certainty that Kai would be gone when I woke up. But the thrill of that one kiss definitely wouldn’t fade from my memory any time soon!
Don’t miss the wedding drama at Cedarwood Lodge in Brides & Bouquets at Cedarwood Lodge coming soon!
Dreaming of a happily ever after at Cedarwood Lodge is Clio Winters’ current focus, especially with a winter wonderland wedding expo planned. But will the brides find what they are looking for in the renovated Cedarwood Lodge? It seems like Clio’s new business might be off to a rocky start…
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