you squint any harder you’ll fall asleep,” Amory said. “What’s so fascinating?”
I laughed. “Well, for reasons unknown, we have an inbox full of potential clients. Come see.”
She leaned over my shoulder, and I scrolled down, showing her the emails.
“I bet we’ve been written up somewhere! Give me that.” She grabbed the laptop and hit the keys frantically, mumbling to herself, as she tried various word combinations before saying, “Boom! Found it! Only the New York Observer!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“YES-S-S!” She let out a squeal.
“Let me see!” She turned the screen to me and I shrieked, clapping a hand to my mouth as I read the headline: Clio Winters rises again, wowing brides with one-hundred-year-old venue.
“Rises again? Like I’m the undead!”
Amory continued to read: “Like Midas, everything she touches turns to gold, and Cedarwood Lodge is no different.”
I hugged myself tight. “Well, the press have certainly changed their tune! That’s a long way away from accusing me of being a celebrity wedding wrecker! How did they find out about the expo?” I asked.
“We must have had a rogue bride here,” Amory screeched. “We’d usually have picked up on being spied on! Who do you think it was?”
“I don’t know,” I said, picturing their faces, their smiles. “I bet you it was Felicity! That whole monster-in-law thing was a farce!”
“Yes! And don’t forget the try-the-dress-on-routine!”
“Or was it our troublemaker, Isadora?”
Shrugging, Amory scanned the rest of the article. “She mentions the food! She says: The canapés were fresh and seasonal, exceptional in every way, and the Christmas feast luncheon was better than Mom’s – but don’t tell her I said that.”
“We have to thank Cruz a million times over. I’m not sure how he handled it with such aplomb.”
“The rest of the article gives our details, and says: Book early, I have a feeling Cedarwood Lodge won’t be a secret for much longer.”
“Let’s celebrate! We have to plan the most extravagant Christmas Eve dinner. We can deck out the little salon that adjoins the side deck, set up a table by the picture window so we can watch the snowfall up close.”
Her eyes shone, because there was nothing better for a party planner than decorating and hosting her very own party. “Yes! Let’s go to town on that room! We’ll need another Christmas tree, something small…”
“Shall we head into town and buy Christmas bonbons, and something for the center of the table?”
“Yes! We still have a few more gifts to buy too!” She rubbed her hands together. “We’re going to need to make a list. OK, well, get your granny shoes on and we’ll head into Evergreen.”
I scoffed. “My granny shoes?”
“Those big clodhoppers of yours. Those boots, the ones that look like you’re about to head into war after an apocalypse.”
I hit her on the arm. “They’re snow boots, I’ll have you know. You’re not the one who has to walk around the grounds every day, checking on things.” I’d been escaping for long walks, telling whoever asked that I was clearing my head, when in actual fact I was searching for the maze. I knew it was somewhere on the east side of the property but that was thick forest, totally overgrown, and impossible to navigate in the slushy snow. Isla would have a better idea of where it was but I was loath to share my mom’s secret because I’d promised her I wouldn’t. There probably was no maze after all these years. By now it would be just one big overgrown hedge, but still I wanted to see it myself. So far, no luck.
“Well, get them on, darling, and let’s go shopping!”
I grabbed her arm as she was about to leave. “Amory, you know Evergreen isn’t actually a bustling little shopping capital, don’t you?”
She threw her head back and laughed at my worried expression. “I think I’ll survive. Now come on, we’ve got gifts to buy!”
In town, the street had come alive with shoppers wearing determined expressions. Storefronts were lit up with Christmas lights, and tinsel was draped behind windows. In the window of Puft were lush green-iced donuts, stacked atop each other in the shape of a Christmas tree. We waved to Aunt Bessie. I stuck my head in and told her we’d stop by after shopping. Wreaths blew sideways, their little bells jingling in the wind. The town Christmas tree was decorated with so many baubles they had their own music, clinking together in the wind, glittery dust blanketing the snow beneath.
We went to the little candle shop, and stocked up on candles for our friends and some for the lodge. Ruth, the owner, made the candles herself, and had a range especially for Christmas. From gingerbread scented to candy-cane striped, we had a hard time choosing.
“Let’s get them all,” Amory said. “They might sell out and then we’ll be upset.”
I held my laughter in check, doubting very much that anything would sell out in Evergreen except Aunt Bessie’s donuts, but agreed to buy them all, knowing how lovingly made they were, and that if the same product was sold in New York, we’d be paying five times the price without blinking an eye.
“Why, thank you, girls!” Ruth said, wrapping our purchases as we kept finding other scents and adding them to the pile.
After that we went around the corner to a gift shop, tucked into the back of an alley. I often wondered how Henrietta ever made any money as tourists wouldn’t know to look here, and the town wasn’t big enough for her to survive on locals’ purchases, but somehow she did.
“You know, we should make up a folder for each suite, with a map of the town and all these little hidden gems – like Henrietta’s gift shop and Ruth’s candle shop – so they don’t pass through Evergreen completely. There’s lots here, if you know where to look.”
Amory nodded, and pushed open the door. Inside was toasty warm and decorated prettily for Christmas, in a pink and silver theme. “Hey there, Clio!” Henrietta said, grabbing me in a bear hug. “Bessie told me you’re doing well at Cedarwood. I’m so happy to hear it.”
“Thanks, Henrietta.”
She stood back, surveying me, and smiled. “I’m glad the place isn’t empty any more. Such a waste to have it lying there abandoned like that. ’Spose there was good reason for it, though. The townsfolk are still very superstitious about the place, but they’ll come around. I guess they think it’s not fair to her memory… and I can understand that.”
My chest tightened. “Whose memory?” I managed to sputter.
Henrietta’s face paled. “Didn’t your mom tell you before you bought the lodge? I thought…”
“I bought the lodge as a surprise
