The double doors of the ballroom were swung open, revealing the room in all its glory. Round tables were dressed with white tablecloths and adorned with candelabra and glittery white candles. Champagne flutes stood proud. The tulle ruffled slightly as we walked in, the gauzy material casting a shadowy hue over the room. Vases of bright, colorful blooms perfumed the air. The fire was crackling softly in the background, a nice soundtrack to the party.
“Oh, my lord. It’s the most beautiful room ever. How on earth did you do this in such a short space of time, my dear? I was expecting… I don’t know, just the bare minimum, but this… it’s so elegant.”
“I had a great team of people who helped every step of the way. Let me show you the photo wall.” I took the handles of the wheelchair so Edgar could see them up close too.
Edgar shook his head, and took a handkerchief from his top pocket. “Remember that day, Mellie?” He pointed to a shot of the family sitting at the top of the Grand Canyon. “You thought we’d be able to climb down there, and got all uppity when that ranger told you off.”
She laughed. “What was I thinking? Such a troublemaker back then.”
When they came to their wedding photo, they clasped hands and remained silent, their eyes wandering slowly over it, taking in every detail.
“You both looked so happy,” I said.
“We were, gosh, we really were. It’s hard to believe it’s almost over,” Imelda said, her voice barely audible.
“We haven’t even started yet,” I said. “We’ve got the whole night.” It struck me later she wasn’t referring to the party.
***
The party was in full swing, music played from unseen speakers, and the tap of high heels could be heard all the way to the lobby. I’d got my wish: Cedarwood had been given the kiss of life once more, and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.
I rushed back to the ballroom, champagne bottles clutched against my chest. Kai took the bottles from me, and stowed all but one behind the bar. He went around topping up glasses ready for the speeches. I motioned for Isla and Micah, who each grabbed another bottle and followed suit.
With a wink at Edgar, a sign for him to get ready, I fiddled with the microphone, adjusting the height for him. I gave him a nod, and handed the microphone over, then tapped a champagne glass with a spoon in an effort to get everyone’s attention.
Edgar stood tall and proud, and nodded to the guests. He cleared his throat, and said, “Bear with an old man tonight, folks… Allow me this moment. You know, not all of us are lucky in love. Some people find love but lose it, some only have an imitation of the real thing. Others search for it their whole lives, never quite catching it, but always believing it’s there if only you try hard enough. Me and Mellie were part of that exclusive club of lucky ones. We knew it from the moment we laid eyes on each other, what we’d found, and we cherished that these last fifty years, trying not to take it for granted. There were times where our love dimmed, those periods in a marriage where things get hard, and the only reason the light didn’t fade to black was because we worked on it. We worked hard on it, knowing that it was a rocky patch and that we could beat anything that tried to pull us apart. Our kids grew up, and moved out, and are a great source of pride to us – they’re good people with big hearts, and that’s all you can ask in a person. And then there’s you. Those who’ve been with us since our marriage, and those we’ve only just met…” He nodded to me, smiling. “You’ve enriched our lives, and added to our story, and we want to thank you for that. Imelda and I wish you all lives filled with love and joy and happiness, and hope you find what you’re looking for. If you’ll indulge an old man once more, allow me to say this: life really is what you make it, so don’t settle for second best. Grab hold of it and shake it up, follow your dreams – because one day you’ll wake up, and if you’re lucky enough you’ll be seventy-six and standing where I am and wondering where on earth did all that time go? From the bottom of our hearts, thank you all for celebrating with us here tonight.”
We clapped, the sound deafening as Edgar’s words reverberated in our minds.
He waved, and hobbled back to Imelda, whose eyes were shiny with tears.
Georges entered the room with the cake aloft and everyone cheered once more. As Edgar pushed Imelda’s wheelchair to the center of the room, guests threw heart-shaped confetti at her feet.
Georges presented Imelda with the cake to more gasps of delight. The couple radiated a type of joy I hadn’t seen in such a long time. They appreciated every little thing, from the frames on each table, to the tulle draped above, and now the elaborately decorated, colorful cake. They cut the cake, both holding the knife before Imelda spoke a few words.
“My darlings, like Edgar said, we wanted to thank you all for making time for us tonight. And we wanted to say a special thank you to Clio and the team at Cedarwood for achieving the impossible to make sure we could celebrate here, back where it all began. I hope you’ll all remember the lodge, and look after our newest Evergreen resident.”
I blushed to the roots of my hair and mouthed thank you to Imelda.
Next came the slideshow, and Imelda and Edgar’s family circled them as photos flashed from a drop-down screen. Their favorite songs played, and there was much crying and squeals of delight. I watched them for a beat, surrounded by their family, in their own little bubble of memory. While that played, I took a champagne flute and went outside on the deck for some fresh air, and to think about the night and the words that had been spoken. A lone tear escaped, part happiness, part sadness. I didn’t want it to end, for people to leave the lodge, but I supposed what I really meant was Kai. He kept intruding on my mind, and I was a sad that he was packing up and leaving Evergreen for good in the early hours of tomorrow morning. I wished I’d been truer, followed my heart more with him, but what did I want? There was an unmistakable spark there on my part, but it was too late. And really, what could happen? His job took him around America, and Evergreen would become a distant memory, so maybe it was for the best. The vague pang of desire I had was too indistinct to act on anyway.
I drank my champagne, toasting my new life at Cedarwood Lodge, knowing, even though I had a hard road ahead of me, I was in charge of my life for the first time ever. For now, it was time to serve the cake and start the cleanup.
Back inside, I watched everyone for a beat, and smiled to myself at the obvious joy on their faces. The first Cedarwood party had been a success, and not even the exhausted haze I was in could dampen my happiness.
Under the moonlight, after much kissing and hugging, the last guest finally left. I shut the main doors and leaned against them. Every muscle ached, and I could still hear the thump of music even though it had been silenced an hour ago. I took off my heels and limped into the kitchen where the team sat nursing cups of steaming-hot coffee.
I sat heavily, and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you for tonight. You guys were totally amazing.”
Micah and Isla were draped together, and Kai sat next to Georges, who snored softly, his arms resting over his chef whites.
Coffees were emptied and slowly everyone pulled themselves up and headed for the door. We’d made beds up in the suites so no one had to drive after such a manically long day. I’d promised them all a full breakfast in the morning, and only hoped they’d sleep in so I could too.
Georges tapped my shoulder. “Night.”
“Night, Georges. Thanks for your help.”
Micah’s eyes were practically hanging out of his head. He took Isla’s hand and led her away, with a backwards wave.
“S-o-o-o, then there were two.” Kai looked alert, as if he’d already had eight hours’ sleep, though I knew he’d been