to suggest that the groom was somewhat wedding-related himself. Apart from anything else, she knew from past experience that wasn’t always the case until the big day.
“Well, you have set yourself a tight deadline,” she said instead, nurturing a faint spark of hope that Ruth might decide to push the wedding back by a few months. As long as she still booked, Carrie would have both money and time to make things really special for her cousin.
But Ruth said, “And thank God I did! It’s not my ideas for the day that are the problem. It’s the way my mother keeps trying to derail everything I want. I turn my back for an instant and my colour scheme has changed or my cake is going to have butterflies on it. She tried to get rid of my Ecuadorian Cool Water Roses the other day.”
Ruth really wanted those roses. She’d emailed a photo of them, along with one of her engagement ring. According to the website link under the photo, they were lavender, rare, and Carrie suspected her cousin might love them more than her fiancé.
“It’s not feeling like your wedding any more,” she said sympathetically. Carrie had seen it before with particularly overbearing parents. And for Uncle Patrick and Aunt Selena, this wouldn’t just be Ruth’s big day. It would be their chance to show their little piece of society that they were richer, better connected and generally more fabulous than any of them.
Carrie wasn’t entirely sure how the Avalon Inn would fit into those plans.
Not for the first time, she gave thanks that Paul Archer had been happy with an ordinary life, rather than trying to make a million before he turned twenty-five, then marrying into money when it hadn’t happened, as his brother had done. She liked Uncle Patrick well enough, but she was still glad he was her uncle, not her father. After her mum left, it had only been the two of them, her and Dad. She couldn’t imagine life without that closeness.
Except for the part where she wasn’t actually speaking to her father at the moment.
“That’s it exactly.” Ruth’s voice sounded a bit hysterical around the edges, and Carrie heard her gulp back a sob before she calmed down to say, “I’m sorry. You’ve got enough to worry about. I know everything will be so much better once we’ve all been up to the Avalon and Graeme can picture us really getting married there.”
Carrie glanced around Nancy’s office. She was really going to have to do more tidying.
“About that,” she said. “Do you think you might be able to come up a week on Friday?”
“Probably. I can check Graeme’s diary, see what he’s got on. I’ll probably have to bring Mother, too, I’m afraid.” Ruth sounded more regretful than apologetic.
“I figured as much. It’s probably for the best,” Carrie said, philosophically. “We need to convince her and your dad that this is the right place for you to get married before they fork over any deposit, anyway.”
“I suppose.” Ruth paused for a moment. “Have you thought any more about asking Dad…?”
“For a handout? No.”
“To invest in a viable growing business that he has a personal stake in.”
Carrie sighed. “It sounds much better when you put it like that.”
“Well?” Ruth pressed. “Have you?”
She didn’t want to. But her options were growing severely limited. She’d checked out every grant going but, even if she got one, the money wouldn’t be through in time to help. “A little.”
“Good.”
“But we still need to convince them this place is good enough for your wedding before we even get that far,” Carrie said.
“We do.” She could almost hear Ruth grinning down the phone. “So you’d better get to work, miss!”
“I really better had.” She thought about Ruth, stuck in wedding planning hell, but still trying to help her out. “Why don’t you and Graeme stay over, when you come up? A nice romantic night away might be just what you need to help you both feel better about everything. And it will give me a chance to get to know him too.”
“Really? That would be brilliant,” Ruth said. “Wait—we get to send Mum and Dad home first though, right?”
“Definitely,” Carrie agreed.
That went well, Nate congratulated himself, waving goodbye to Matt as he drove away from the inn. Matt would be the perfect builder for Carrie, and the inn. Not only would he not try to rip her off, he was clear and honest and actually explained his reasoning for the suggestions he made.
“That went well,” he said out loud, as he heard Carrie come to stand behind him.
“Mmm.”
Okay, that went well apart from Carrie’s apparent indifference, he amended.
“Did you like Matt?” he asked, unable to imagine what she could possibly have not liked about him. He was just...Matt. What you saw was what you got.
“He seems fine,” Carrie said. “I wish he could start work sooner...”
“Two weeks is pretty good going.” Nate jumped to defend his friend. “We were damn lucky he had that cancellation.” Besides, Carrie wouldn’t have had the money to pay him before then, Nate suspected. He wasn’t entirely sure she did now.
“Oh, I know that.” Carrie looked up and gave him a half-smile. “I just wish he could have started work about three months ago.”
Ah. That, Nate could understand. It might all be over and ready by now.
“So, what are you going to do for the next two weeks, then?” he asked, teasing. “Lie around and eat chocolates while you wait for Matt to come and save you?”
“Not exactly.” Carrie’s gaze darted back to the interior of the inn. “I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for Ruth’s visit.”
“That’s true,” Nate said, frowning. There was something more he was missing here. “So I should let you get—” But Carrie had already wandered off in the direction of Nancy’s office, leaving Nate talking to himself by the open front door. “Right, then.”
Time, he decided, to go find the Seniors. If anybody knew what the hell was going on now, it would be those gossip hounds.
He found them, rather surprisingly, in the kitchen. “Did the Red Lion run out of gin?” he asked, slipping in through the door and shutting it behind him.
“Shh!” Cyb and Moira said together, turning to glare at him.
He held up his hands in apology, and his gran explained, “Carrie’s just next door.”
“And you don’t want her to know you’re here?”
“We don’t want her to know we’re talking about her,” Cyb
