Chantelle pulled out her notepad and began taking notes. “I think we need a fountain,” she said. “Benches so we can sit and read in the summer. A swing, too. A place where Daddy can grow his vegetables. And a flower garden.”
“I know all about which plants grow in which climates,” Roy told Chantelle. “I can help you pick the right types.”
He was taking Chantelle very seriously, which delighted Emily to see. He was even carrying a matching notepad and pink feathered pen, which he used to write down supplies they needed.
“What color scheme were you thinking of?” Roy asked in a businesslike manner.
“Yellow and pink,” Chantelle said. “Or rainbow.”
“All excellent choices.” He jotted down some notes in his pad. “We’re going to need some new glass,” he added. “To make sure this place is watertight and to keep it warm. Want to go on a trip to the hardware store?”
Chantelle nodded excitedly. “Then we can go to Raj’s and get the seeds for the flowers.”
“Tell me, do you have your own gardening tools? Gloves? Apron?”
Chantelle shook her head.
“Then we’ll have to get all of that as well,” Roy explained. “Every gardener needs their own outfit. You’d look quite splendid in green gingham.”
Chantelle grinned and Emily found that she herself was smiling just as widely. Seeing her dad bonding with the child over the greenhouse was a moment she would treasure forever. She thanked Trevor silently for having given her such a generous gift that had allowed for such a beautiful moment to happen.
Daniel ruffled Chantelle’s hair. “Come on. I’ll drive you and Papa Roy to town.”
They headed back out into Trevor’s garden, then crossed the lawns in the direction of the driveway where Daniel’s pickup truck was parked.
“Are you coming too, Emily?” Chantelle asked as they reached the car.
Emily pulled open the back door and helped her inside. “I can’t,” she explained. “I have guests coming. Amy and Jayne. You remember them.”
Chantelle pulled a face. She hadn’t been so fond of Emily’s New York City friends last time they’d visited. Emily couldn’t blame her. They were hardly cuddly and calm like Papa Roy was.
Emily shut the door and Daniel gunned the truck to life.
“Have fun!” she called out, waving at her family in the truck as it began crawling out of the driveway.
It might not look like the conventional picture of a family, but it was hers and that was what mattered to Emily.
Just as they turned the corner and out of sight, Emily saw Amy’s car appear at the other end. She was struck with the sudden feeling that however crazy things had felt over the last day, the craziness was about to ramp up even more.
CHAPTER THREE
“Sorry we’re late!” Amy cried as she got out of her car. “I really wanted to get the drive done in one day but there was a problem with one of our Japanese suppliers and it took forever to sort out.”
“A PR nightmare,” Jayne added, clambering out from the passenger side. “Compounded by the fact we had to stay in a disgusting roadside motel.”
“I’m just glad you guys are here now,” Emily replied, hugging them both in turn.
Amy opened up the trunk and started pulling out bags. She had brought a lot of luggage, Emily noted.
“What is all this stuff?” Emily asked, heaving a case from the back. It weighed a ton.
“Wedding supplies,” Amy replied. “Swatches for color schemes. Fabrics. Fragrances. All sorts of things.”
“But everything is organized,” Emily protested.
Amy rolled her eyes. “You’ll change your mind about things. Right down to the last second. What kind of friend would I be if I hadn’t brought things to cover every eventuality?”
Emily laughed. She couldn’t see herself changing her mind on anything but she trusted Amy. Plus her friend was always happier when she had a project, hence becoming a successful businesswoman while still a teenager.
“So where is hotcakes?” Jayne asked.
“You mean Daniel?” Emily replied, raising an eyebrow. “He’s in town with Chantelle and my dad. They’re buying some stuff to fix up the greenhouse.”
“Your dad, huh,” Jayne said, shaking her head with what Emily recognized from herself as disbelief. “When Ames told me I couldn’t believe it. I really didn’t see that one coming.”
Amy shot her a daggered look.
“What?” Jayne said, defensively. “I just totally thought he was dead.”
Just then Lois appeared to help them with their cases. She dragged two behind her along the driveway and up the porch steps.
“She’s still here?” Jayne asked loudly out the corner of her mouth. “I thought you were firing her.”
Emily shook her head. “Keep your voice down,” she hissed.
They went inside the inn and Lois checked them in. “I can show you to your rooms and take some of your cases,” she said.
Amy looked impressed. “She can do her job at last!” she whispered to Emily as Lois began lugging some of the cases upstairs.
Emily cringed. She loved her friends but they could be insensitive and rude sometimes.
“I need a shower,” Jayne said. “Get some of that motel grime off my body!”
As they disappeared upstairs to settle in and freshen up, Emily heard the bell ring. She could already tell today was going to be a whirlwind. She trotted down the steps and answered the door.
A young woman with black curly hair and glasses stood there. She had dangly earrings and lots of beaded necklaces hanging over a paisley patterned scarf.
“Hey, I’m Bryony,” she said confidently, holding out a hand covered in rings. “Serena’s friend from Maine U. I’m here to do the marketing for the website.” She grinned, showing off a gap between her teeth.
“Of course,” Emily said. “Come in.”
Bryony swirled inside, bringing the smell of incense with her. She had a laptop case slung over one shoulder.
“Okay if I set up in your reception room?” she asked, nodding toward the guests’ lounge.
“Sure, of course. Whatever you need,” Emily replied.
“Wi-Fi password,” Bryony replied. “Oh, and a coffee would be great. I live off the stuff.”
“You and me both,” Emily replied.
She fetched some coffee for Bryony but didn’t have much of a chance to talk to her further because the bell rang again. She answered the door.
This time it was a slim man in leather pants standing on her doorstep. Beneath his fedora he had long hair, and his eyes were covered by sunglasses. She knew some of Daniel’s friends were supposed to be arriving today but this man didn’t look like the kind she’d expect Daniel to be friends with.
“Can I help you?” Emily asked.
“I have a booking,” the man said. He had a distinct swagger about him, a sort of confidence that oozed from him.
As Emily led him inside and went behind the reception desk, she heard whispering coming from one of the rooms. She looked behind her and saw Marnie, Vanessa, and Tracey peeping out from behind the kitchen door, giggling.
When Emily turned back she saw that the man had removed his sunglasses, and to her surprise, she was staring at a very familiar face. It was the famous singer Roman Westbrook.
“Mr. Westbrook?” Emily said, trying to maintain her composure but freaking out at the same time. To think that her little B&B could be host to someone so famous! She really had come far!
“You can call me Roman.”
Emily felt a bolt of excitement shoot through her.
“You’re booked into our cottage for two weeks,” she noted, reading aloud from the computer screen. She saw that Serena had made the booking and wondered why on earth her friend hadn’t shared the information of a famous singer with her. It was very unlikely that Serena wouldn’t know who Roman Westbrook was. She must have kept it secret specifically to surprise them.
Emily turned around and found her fingers trembling as she unhooked the keys to the cottage. Behind the kitchen door, she caught sight of Marnie, Vanessa, and Tracey still watching, bug-eyed and giggly. Emily flashed them a surprised and excited grin.