Celebrations and Confetti At Cedarwood Lodge: The cosy romantic comedy to fall in love with!. Rebecca Raisin
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she said, ignoring the fact I’d caught her out.
There was no hiding from Amory once she clued onto something. She was FBI grade when it came to interrogating someone and sensed any weakness. “But nothing.”
“Don’t tell me… He was your first love. Right? That guy who broke it off with you when you went to college?”
“So? It’s not like I’ve been pining for him or anything. Timothy was a million years ago. I bet he’s married and has five kids and a house with a picket fence and a dog called Buster. A nice handicap at golf, and a wife with a blonde bob and bright blue eyes who bakes cookies. From scratch.” I could see him having that kind of perfect American life, with his perfectly white teeth and perfect children with their perfect manners. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
Amory gave me one of her overly dramatic world weary sighs. “Not that you’re into stereotyping or anything! Darling, I’m not asking you to marry him, I’m only saying that I think you need some balance. If I don’t lecture you, you’ll spend every waking hour crunching numbers and making those ridiculous pie charts before ending the night pinning your dream wedding on Pinterest. And soon enough you’ll be a shriveled up old maid in some windy, creaky lodge with a menagerie of animals who share your bed.”
I guffawed. “As if! And I don’t even use Pinterest any more! And I’m allergic to animal fur!”
“Liar. You forgot to make your dream wedding board secret. I like the pearl wedding dress the best, the backless gown… stunning.”
I wanted to dissolve into the floorboards. How could I forget to make it secret! I’d been planning my own wedding since I could talk, but what was wrong with that? I just really liked weddings. Was that a crime?
“Your romantic side is what makes you shine so brightly. Promise me you’ll find Timothy and go for coffee. And if he’s married then don’t kiss him. Simple. But on the other hand, if he’s single… well, first love rekindled, god, I’d pay to see that.”
She was incorrigible. And if I didn’t nip this in the bud she’d be carried away, and next minute pinning her own suggestions to my dream wedding board. “Amory, my life isn’t a romantic comedy. First loves rekindled? That only happens in movies. Fiction!”
“And where do they get their inspiration from, huh? Real life, that’s where! Non-fiction!”
Amory was a bulldozer when it came to pushing me out of my comfort zone. But she really didn’t understand the complexities of finding love in a small town. Again, I realized she’d jabbed me into a corner with all this nonsense about love.
“I actually phoned you to talk about the new members of staff who arrived…”
“Don’t try and change the subject. Your mission is to have coffee with the Matt Damon look-a-like, and report back.”
“Oh my god, Amory. Wait. How do you know what he looks like?” Timothy did bear an uncanny resemblance to the actor Matt Damon, and I knew he still looked just the same because I stalked his Facebook profile once. OK maybe twice, but I’d had a few cocktails and didn’t everyone do that anyway? There wasn’t much to see because it was locked up tight, which left me with just his profile picture.
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