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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Melissa Hill
  4. Title page
  5. Copyright page
  6. Dedication page
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Chapter 42
  50. Chapter 43
  51. Chapter 44
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements

‘Something’s happened, though,’ said Elle, and she told Hazel of her run in with the bank manager that morning. ‘It puts everything in jeopardy,’ she said. ‘How can I go ahead now, knowing that there is such a very good chance I won’t be able to follow through?’

‘You just go ahead as planned,’ said Hazel, drawing herself up. She was wearing a bright red dress with a plunging neckline and deep red lipstick, and she looked very vampy. She told Elle she so very rarely dressed up she wanted to wear a colour that would make up for the denim dungarees she wore every day. ‘You can’t give up now, can’t falter. There’s still a chance.’

Molly’s hard work with the dinner preparations had paid off. The guests sat at the long tables and ate a starter of salmon vol-au-vents with an apple and walnut salad. Each course was paired with a complementary wine, donated from The Grapevine wine store, just off Main Street. By using the extra help from the restaurant, the hotel proved that it could still cater to such a large crowd and big occasion, the plates appearing and being removed seamlessly. The other helpers, local teenage regulars from Pebbles Café, had been warned: No dawdling or messing and no idle chatter.

The arrival of the second course brought a collective chuckle from the guests: it was Anna’s famous roast chicken, with a side of her colcannon, green beans and honey glazed carrots. Elle had been unsure how this course would be received, wondering if perhaps people might expect something that was more ‘high cuisine’.

But it was perfect. It had been one of the things Anna was best known for, after all.

Dessert was decadent slivers of chocolate fudge cake, mini-chocolate and vanilla cheesecakes (Elle had tried her utmost to revive the famed recipe from her childhood) and a selection of fresh fruit from SunBurst Organics. Everything was petite so as not to overfill the guests for what was to come next.

At the end of dinner, Elle stood up and raised her glass. ‘I would like to thank you all for coming,’ she said. ‘We are here tonight in the hope of saving the hotel, but most of all, we are also here to remember our wonderful mother. Anna would have loved an evening like this, and she especially would have enjoyed what is to follow.’ She grinned. ‘I hope you’ve all brought some energy, because you’re going to need it!’

Chapter 34

Ned went into the kitchen and congratulated the kitchen staff on a job well done.

‘Leave these dishes to the youngsters,’ he said to Molly. ‘You’ve earned yourself a rest.’

The older woman’s eyes were shining. ‘Anna would have been so proud,’ she said. ‘Wouldn’t it have been brilliant if . . .’ Then she smiled, as if comforted by the thought that her old friend was indeed there in spirit.