"Here, you deserve some wine now," Aunt Betty said, as she passed Molly a freshly poured glass of Malbec. Molly had been so busy running around making sure all her guests were taken care of, that she hadn't had anything to eat or drink herself.
She'd just taken her first sip when she saw another guest arrive. Isabella certainly knew how to make an entrance. She was wearing a fire engine red denim dress that hugged her curves and looked amazing against her dark hair. Molly was surprised to see that Travis was by her side. She wondered if that was a coincidence, or if they'd come together.
Travis immediately made his way over to Christian, who was helping himself to the cheese and crackers.
"You made it finally," he said, as he saw Travis. "Red wine?" Travis nodded and Christian handed him a glass. It wasn't like Travis to be so late to a party; he was usually the first one there.
"Sorry, got stuck working late. Isabella had to reschedule her meeting with me until the end of day. We just finished up and came right over."
"Everything go okay?" Travis seemed a bit tense, not his usual easy-going self.
"It wasn't quite what I expected. Can't say more than that due to confidentiality, but you'll probably know what I'm talking about soon enough."
"Oh, okay…" Then to lighten the mood, Christian added, "So, did you ask Isabella out then? You said you were going to, when she came by the office."
Travis hesitated then said, "I did say that, didn't I? I decided to put that idea on hold; there’s no reason to rush." Christian found that odd and very un-like Travis, but it was clear that his friend wasn't going to share anything further, so he changed the subject.
"We got a verbal agreement on another offer. I should be calling you tomorrow to confirm date for the P-and-S."
"That's great." Travis looked more relaxed now as they started to discuss the terms of the offer. While they talked, Christian automatically scanned the room, looking for Molly. She was handing out mimosas to two friends of her mother, and hadn't stopped moving since the party began. Isabella was standing nearby, chatting with a few other realtors. Christian couldn't help but compare the two. Isabella stood out in the crowd with her bright dress and dramatic coloring, but it was Molly that his eyes lingered over.
She was wearing a shimmery soft lilac dress that was pure elegance. Her hair was twisted into a smooth French twist, with a few wisps left loose to frame either side of her face. She smiled often, as she walked around the room chatting with everyone and making them feel welcome, and Christian had to fight the urge to pull her into a side room and have her all to himself.
It had been a difficult week, trying to act as though that kiss hadn't happened, and that they were just good friends. As much as he enjoyed her company, he couldn't be around her now without wanting to kiss her again, so the easiest thing was to just spend less time together.
"Christian, could I have a word with you?" Isabella had walked up to them and he hadn't even seen her coming. Travis immediately looked uncomfortable.
"I see a few people I need to say hello to." Travis quickly walked away, leaving the two of them alone.
"How've you been?" Isabella asked sweetly.
"Good, thanks. You?"
"Never better." She took a sip of her wine, glanced around the room for a moment, then continued, "So, I thought I should let you know that I won't be able to send referrals your way."
“No? I'm sorry to hear that."
"I thought it best to tell you the news myself, rather than have you hear it from someone else."
"Okay." Christian was starting to feel irritated; as usual Isabella tended to be overly dramatic. "It's not that big a deal; if you're not comfortable referring people, I guess I understand."
"No, it's not that. The thing is I can't refer people to Rose Cottage, because I'm going to be opening a bed and breakfast myself! My great uncle and I, that is. He wants to move to a smaller, single floor house closer to town. It was his idea actually. He thinks there's plenty of business to go around, and has that big old house with two floors that aren't even being used."
Isabella running a bed and breakfast…Christian couldn't see it.
"What do you know about the hospitality business? It seems like a lot of work running an inn." Christian wondered how Molly would feel about this news, and realized he had to be the one to tell her, tonight.
"You just put people in pretty rooms and serve them muffins and coffee in the morning, how hard can it be?" Isabella said with a dismissive laugh. "I think it's going to be fun!"
Christian seemed preoccupied on the drive home, and was quieter than usual. Molly didn't mind; the party had gone well, but now that it was over she was exhausted. Her energy had crashed after being 'on' all night, making sure everything went well and that everyone was having a good time. It had been nearly ten o'clock by the time they'd cleaned up after everyone had left, and she was looking forward to falling into bed and getting a good night's sleep before their big grand opening day.
As soon as they got home, Molly went straight into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water and then head to bed, but Christian followed her and said, "Can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?" He looked so serious and a bit annoyed, as he dragged his hand through his hair, a habit she'd noticed he had when he was trying to work out a solution to a problem.
"It's Isabella." He then told her about her plans and that it was her great-uncle's idea, the lively Mr. Thompson they'd met at the barbeque.
Molly's initial reaction was shock, followed by amusement, and then finished with annoyance. She found it hard to imagine the always immaculate Isabella cleaning a toilet or changing sheets or even cooking, for that matter.
"Has she ever done anything like this before? Worked in a hotel or bed and breakfast, ever?"
Christian confirmed that she hadn't. "She thinks there's nothing to it."
That's where Molly's feeling of amusement came in. Isabella had no idea what she was in for. But, then annoyance took over again, as she realized this could put a serious wrinkle in their promotion plans. Although she agreed with Mr. Thompson's enthusiasm and belief that the town could support two bed and breakfasts, it still meant that people would have a choice, and Isabella had a lot of influence in town and the ability to make things more difficult than they needed to be.
"Well, looks like we'll have to ramp up our marketing and promotion efforts." They did have a little time before Isabella would be able to open, Christian said she was still a good two months away from being ready. A lot could happen in that time period, and Molly intended to make sure they got off to a great start.
Chapter 10
Their first guests were due to arrive any time after 2pm. Molly, her mother and aunt arrived at Rose Cottage at about 11am. They made sure that all the rooms were ready, pillows fluffed, shades opened to make sure the natural light streamed in and the perfect jazz CD selected for soft background music in the lobby. They only had two rooms booked for tonight, but both parties were staying through the weekend and Molly was actually glad that they weren't full. Having just a few rooms let was ideal, as it would give them a chance to work the kinks out and make sure everything went smoothly.
That morning and for the past week, Molly had had the inn's main number forwarded to her cell phone, so that callers would be sure to reach a live person. As of tomorrow, she'd be at the inn early to greet the guests for breakfast, and she had an answering service lined up for after hours. If there was any kind of emergency at the inn, the service would call her and she'd be able to run right over if need be.
Surprisingly, they'd had quite a few calls in the week before the inn was officially opened, with people wanting to reserve rooms or just ask questions about rates and availability. The website and PR releases she had sent to the local papers, as well as her mother and aunt telling everyone they knew, had all done a great job in getting the word out. Her mom and Betty had insisted on helping Molly out at the inn, by baking and filling in as
needed. Today they'd be staying the entire time, to keep her company and see how everything was supposed to go. Though the beginning of next week was slow, they were already almost completely booked from the following Wednesday through the weekend, and Molly was hopeful that they weren’t just getting curiosity visitors, but rather this was a sign that they were meeting a real need and things would only get better.
After a quick vacuum of the main hallways and lobby that wasn't really necessary, but that made everyone feel better, they sat down to have lunch in the kitchen. Molly's mother had brought Maine lobster rolls and potato salad, as a special treat to celebrate and bring them luck on opening day. While they were eating, Molly filled them in on Isabella's plans, and Aunt Betty didn't hesitate to voice her opinion on the matter.
"Who does she think she is? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard." Molly reminded her that supposedly it wasn't Isabella's idea.
"Phil Thompson should know better. I think he's going a bit daffy. Do you know he told me the other day? That he wants to put smiley faces on his truck too? Said he likes the attention he gets."
"Phil's sharp as a tack, and you know it," Molly's mother said, as she helped herself to more potato salad.
"Well, now I know what people were buzzing about this morning at the Muffin. We were there having our coffee, and Isabella was making the rounds a bit more than usual. I didn't think anything of it at the time, figured they were talking about her outfit. I don't think I've ever seen that girl in the same thing twice. She had new shoes on too. Don't know how she manages to walk in those things; the heels must have been at least four inches."
"Molly doesn't have anything to worry about," her mother said matter-of-factly, and Molly smiled back at her. Nothing ever really ruffled her mom, and it was one of the things she admired most about her.
"Thanks. I'm not worried, more like a little irritated. If she chooses to, Isabella could be a nuisance once she opens and starts steering people her way."
"That's true," Aunt Betty agreed. "She's certainly not shy."
"Honey, all you can really focus on is doing a great job here, so people start to spread the word. Remember, you know how to do this and you do it really well." Her mother gave her arm a pat, and then stood up to start clearing the plates.
Once the dishes were taken care of, Molly mixed up a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough and popped a tray of walnut sized balls in the oven at a little past 1:30 pm. That way, the welcoming smell of baking would greet their guests as they arrived and the cookies would still be warm. Aunt Betty mixed up a pitcher of fresh lemonade and, once that was ready, they set it on a long side table in the lobby. When the cookies were done, Molly set a platter full of them by the lemonade, and also put a guest book out so people could sign in and leave comments when they checked out.
Precisely at 2, the front door opened and an older couple in their sixties came in. Molly guessed that they were the Browns. They had told her on the phone when they’d made their reservation that they were coming to Beauville to visit their relatives at a family reunion. After they checked in and Molly gave them their room key, she encouraged them to help themselves to the cookies and lemonade.
"There are menus of our local restaurants over there as well, and please join us for pre-dinner cocktail hour. We'll have several different wines and cheeses available."
"That sounds wonderful, dear," Mrs. Brown said. "We will definitely see you back down here then. We're meeting the relatives for dinner, and a glass of wine before we go sounds perfect."
Within minutes of the Browns departing the lobby, the front door opened again and their other party arrived. The Fergusons were a much younger couple, closer to thirty, Molly guessed. While Joe Ferguson gave Molly his credit card to check in, his wife Emily dived onto the chocolate chip cookies, inhaling one and then bringing a plate with several more back to her husband.
"These are amazing," she said to Molly. "Thank you so much! You have no idea how hungry I am. We've been driving for hours."
"We're in town for the weekend to look at houses," Joe explained.
"He just got a great new job here," Emily said proudly.
"I'm supposed to start in a month, so we need to move fast. Our realtor says she has a great lineup for us to look at, so hopefully everything will work out."
"Who's your realtor?" Molly couldn't help asking.
"Isabella Graham, do you know her?" Of course it was Isabella. Why did she even ask?
"She's very good at what she does. I'm sure she'll take excellent care of you." Molly said, and then invited them to stop by later for wine and cheese.
"This is so great!" Emily said, as she started on her third cookie. "We will see you soon." Molly handed them their key and they headed to their room.
Now that their guests were all set, Molly's mother and aunt got busy in the kitchen, making a caramelized onion and wild mushroom quiche and a walnut coffee cake. Once baked, and then cooled, they put the quiche in the refrigerator so that Molly would be able to quickly heat it up the next day. She was also planning to cut some fresh fruit when she arrived in the morning, and put out a few cold cereals and bagels, so there would be a nice assortment of options.
At about 4:20, Molly set out several bottles of wine, a nice red blend, and a smooth Pinot Grigio that she set in a pretty ice bucket to keep it chilled. For cheeses, she went with a smooth cheddar and a fluffy, mild goat’s cheese, along with some crisp rosemary and olive oil crackers. She had decided to make 4:30 the official starting time for cocktail hour, figuring that if her guests were heading out somewhere for dinner they would have plenty of time to get there, especially if their preference was to eat early.
So, she wasn't surprised when, at 4:30 on the dot, the Browns walked into the lobby, followed soon after by the Fergusons. She directed everyone to help themselves. Once they were all set, Molly poured half-glasses of wine for her mother, aunt and herself, and they chatted with their guests for a while, before Molly excused herself to take a call. A few minutes later her mother and Aunt joined her in the kitchen, put their glasses in the dishwasher, and then said their good-byes. Once they left, Molly settled on one of the padded stools at the island, pulled out her laptop and was thrilled to discover that another online reservation had come in, for Monday, so now they wouldn't be completely vacant on any day next week.
She checked on everyone a little later and the lobby was empty. They'd evidently all left for dinner, so she put the cheese and crackers and wine away and then got ready to go home herself. She left a note at the front desk for her guests to call if they needed her, and then grabbed her purse and headed to her car to drive home.
But she didn't get very far. When she turned the key, her engine made an awful clicking sound. She tried a few more times to no avail, and then called Christian, who said he'd be right over. Though it was still light outside, the air was bone chillingly cold, so Molly scurried back inside to wait in the warmth.
She opened her laptop back up again to kill time while she waited for Christian to arrive, and although she'd checked the reservations calendar several times that day, she clicked on it again and checked her email once more. A query had come in, asking about availability for the following week, and Molly was typing up a reply as Christian walked in.
Molly smiled as she saw him, and said, "Thanks so much. Sorry to be a bother." Christian's hair was still a bit damp, and Molly knew he'd likely just taken his after-work shower. It was the first thing he usually did when he got home if he'd spent much time outside, which was often.
"Don't be silly, it's no bother. How did it go today?" Christian leaned against the kitchen island and glanced at the laptop. Molly had just hit send, which brought up the reservations screen.
"Are those the current reservations?" He asked.
"Yes, we've had quite a few calls and bookings already."
"No kidding? That's great." Christian leaned in for a closer look and, as he did, his arm brushed against Molly ever so slig
htly.
She glanced his way and was shocked to see his expression had changed: his face was completely drained of color and he looked like he needed to sit down. Molly pushed a stool towards him and he sat slowly looking like he was in a daze.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, as clichéd as that sounds." She'd never seen him look like this. "Are you feeling sick?"
Christian was quiet for a moment and looked like he was gathering his thoughts. "For a minute there, I thought I did see a ghost, sort of. That name, the Olander reservation, kind of threw me. It's not a common name, and I once knew an Olander."
Molly felt the hair stand up on her arms. She knew without him saying anything that his ex-girlfriend, the one that had run out on him right before their wedding, was an Olander. She hoped it was a coincidence. A moment later, Christian confirmed her hunch.
"Heather, the girl I almost married, her last name was Olander. I haven’t seen or even heard anything about her in years."
Impulsively, Molly put her hand on his arm and gave it a light squeeze. "Well, I don't know if this person is related, but it's definitely not her. The woman who booked it sounded like she was in her seventies, maybe. Her first name is Agnes, and she's coming with another woman named Helen."
"That's her aunt, and her aunt's best friend."
"Do you still think about her?" Molly asked, and immediately regretted it, thinking it was too personal and that he wouldn't want to go there. But he didn't seem to mind.
"No. I haven't in years. I'm long over it, but it was a pretty horrible time for me. It made me question everything." He looked at Molly and then explained, "It just threw me, seeing the name."
"Does she ever come back to Beauville? Have you run into her over the years?" Molly was curious, wondering if he ever really had gotten closure.
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