They both watched Ryan show the couple to their table, whilst the waiters hovered at the back of the restaurant waiting to hand out menus and take their drink orders.

Callie snagged a glance around the restaurant. ‘There are more staff than diners, no wonder Flynn is worried.’

‘This is a great location with a fabulous chef and a really chilled-out atmosphere.’ Ella was impressed with the whole set-up. It really did have a magical feel about the place. ‘This restaurant needs to be shouted about.’

‘Flynn has contacted the local news to see if they will do a feature and they’ve agreed,’ said Callie, looking up as Wilbur appeared at the side of the table, followed by a waiter carrying their drinks.

‘What have you got there?’ asked Callie, watching Wilbur balance his cane against the table and place down a hefty photo album in front of them. ‘This beauty was discovered in the safe when we reopened The Lakehouse. There’s a whole lot of history in there. Some of these photos must go back many years. Thought you may want to take a look?’

‘Yes please,’ they answered in unison.

Ella pushed her drink to one side and moved the album between them both. Callie turned the first page. ‘Look at this place,’ she exclaimed, staring at the first black-and-white photo. The Lakehouse resembled the restaurant today, with a baby grand ebony piano, but the bar wasn’t in the same place and the walls were covered in framed photographs, masses of them.

‘I remember all those photographs, The Lakehouse wall of fame.’ Wilbur pointed to the photos then the wall opposite. ‘It was just over there. Anyone who was anyone had their photo taken, and it went up on that wall. It was full of extremely famous faces. Singers, models, even royalty. This place was their safe haven because my parents could control who came here and which diners could dine with whom – you couldn’t just rock up without a reservation. Guests could dine in private, away from the fans and press. Some extremely famous faces became regulars.’

‘These are amazing, look at their clothes.’ Ella was mesmerised, turning the pages of the old photograph album. ‘Vintage yet glamourous.’

‘Everyone who came here dressed to impress, as you didn’t know which famous face you would be dining next to. The dress code was always smart, and as a boy running round here, my mother used to always dress me as though it was Christmas Day.’ Wilbur gave a little chuckle.

‘Hence the reason Dad still dresses in these eccentric suits,’ teased Flynn, tipping his father a wink as he passed their table to walk outside to speak to Roman.

‘That actually may be so,’ agreed Wilbur.