Chantelle brightened instantly. She’d been desperate to check on the fruit trees ever since Trevor’s passing, but Emily had always held back, not quite ready to open that wound.
“Can I show Papa Roy right now?” Chantelle asked, looking first from Daniel, then to Emily.
Daniel gestured to Emily, leaving the ball in her court. She’d spoken to him so many times about not being ready to set foot inside the house, he clearly thought it best for her to make the decision now rather than promise Chantelle something that they weren’t able to keep.
“Sure, okay,” Emily said.
She was a little reluctant to set foot inside the dead man’s home, but with her father and loved ones by her side supporting her, perhaps it wouldn’t be as painful as she anticipated.
Emily took a deep breath and turned the key in the lock of Trevor’s front door. It swung open, letting out the stale air that had been cooped up inside for months. The corridor was in darkness and Emily shivered, feeling unnerved.
She went in first, leading the way. Behind her, Daniel held tightly onto Chantelle’s hand, soothing the little girl.
As she walked along the corridor, Emily couldn’t help but recall snippets of the conversations she’d shared with Trevor. Memories flooded back to her as she took in the sight of the table where they’d sat and shared tea, of the plastered up bit of ceiling from when a storm had crashed into the house. This place was filled with memories of Trevor. It was overwhelming to think of one day organizing this place.
“The greenhouse is just through here,” Chantelle said.
Emily stood back and allowed the girl to take command. They all followed her out the back of the house and in through the glass door of the greenhouse.
Though Trevor had enjoyed sitting out here in his final weeks, the greenhouse was in a terrible state. Everyone glanced around, taking in the enormity of the amount of work that would need to be done in order to get this place restored to its former glory.
Chantelle pulled out her notepad and began taking notes. “I think we need a fountain,” she said. “Benches so we can sit and read in the summer. A swing, too. A place where Daddy can grow his vegetables. And a flower garden.”
“I know all about which plants grow in which climates,” Roy told Chantelle. “I can help you pick the right types.”
He was taking Chantelle very seriously, which delighted Emily to see. He was even carrying a matching notepad and pink feathered pen, which he used to write down supplies they needed.
“What color scheme were you thinking of?” Roy asked in a businesslike manner.
“Yellow and pink,” Chantelle said. “Or rainbow.”
“All excellent choices.” He jotted down some notes in his pad. “We’re going to need some new glass,” he added. “To make sure this place is watertight and to keep it warm. Want to go on a trip to the hardware store?”
Chantelle nodded excitedly. “Then we can go to Raj’s and get the seeds for the flowers.”
“Tell me, do you have your own gardening tools? Gloves? Apron?”
Chantelle shook her head.
“Then we’ll have to get all of that as well,” Roy explained. “Every gardener needs their own outfit. You’d look quite splendid in green gingham.”
Chantelle grinned and Emily found that she herself was smiling just as widely. Seeing her dad bonding with the child over the greenhouse was a moment she would treasure forever. She thanked Trevor silently for having given her such a generous gift that had allowed for such a beautiful moment to happen.
Daniel ruffled Chantelle’s hair. “Come on. I’ll drive you and Papa Roy to town.”
They headed back out into Trevor’s garden, then crossed the lawns in the direction of the driveway where Daniel’s pickup truck was parked.
“Are you coming too, Emily?” Chantelle asked as they reached the car.
Emily pulled open the back door and helped her inside. “I can’t,” she explained. “I have guests coming. Amy and Jayne. You remember them.”
Chantelle pulled a face. She hadn’t been so fond of Emily’s New York City friends last time they’d visited. Emily couldn’t blame her. They were hardly cuddly and calm like Papa Roy was.
Emily shut the door and Daniel gunned the truck to life.
“Have fun!” she called out, waving at her family in the truck as it began crawling out of the driveway.
It might not look like the conventional picture of a family, but it was hers and that was what mattered to Emily.
Just as they turned the corner and out of sight, Emily saw Amy’s car appear at the other end. She was struck with the sudden feeling that however crazy things had felt over the last day, the craziness was about to ramp up even more.
CHAPTER THREE
“Sorry we’re late!” Amy cried as she got out of her car. “I really wanted to get the drive done in one day but there was a problem with one of our Japanese suppliers and it took forever to sort out.”
“A PR nightmare,” Jayne added, clambering out from the passenger side. “Compounded by the fact we had to stay in a disgusting roadside motel.”
“I’m just glad you guys are here now,” Emily replied, hugging them both in turn.
Amy opened up the trunk and started pulling out bags. She had brought a lot of luggage, Emily noted.
“What is all this stuff?” Emily asked, heaving a case from the back. It weighed a ton.
“Wedding supplies,” Amy replied. “Swatches for color schemes. Fabrics. Fragrances. All sorts of things.”
“But everything is organized,” Emily protested.
Amy rolled her eyes. “You’ll change your mind about things. Right down to the last second. What kind of friend would I be if I hadn’t brought things to cover every eventuality?”
Emily laughed. She couldn’t see herself changing her mind on anything but she trusted Amy. Plus her friend was always happier when she had a project, hence becoming a successful businesswoman while still a teenager.
“So where is hotcakes?” Jayne asked.
“You mean Daniel?” Emily replied, raising an eyebrow. “He’s in town with Chantelle and my dad. They’re buying some stuff to fix up the greenhouse.”
“Your dad, huh,” Jayne said, shaking her head with what Emily recognized from herself as disbelief. “When Ames told me I couldn’t believe it. I really didn’t see that one coming.”
Amy shot her a daggered look.
“What?” Jayne said, defensively. “I just totally thought he was dead.”
Just then Lois appeared to help them with their cases. She dragged two behind her along the driveway and up the porch steps.
“She’s still here?” Jayne asked loudly out the corner of her mouth. “I thought you were firing her.”
Emily shook her head. “Keep your voice down,” she hissed.
They went inside the inn and Lois checked them in. “I can show you to your rooms and take some of your cases,” she said.
Amy looked impressed. “She can do her job at last!” she whispered to Emily as Lois began lugging some of the cases upstairs.
Emily cringed. She loved her friends but they could be insensitive and rude sometimes.
“I need a shower,” Jayne said. “Get some of that motel grime off my body!”
As they disappeared