Meet Me at Willow Hall: A perfectly charming romance for 2019!. Carla Burgess
follow me.’ Julian led us towards a door at the opposite end of the room and into a wide, oak-panelled hallway. A large staircase with an intricately carved banister wound its way upwards. Elena and I followed him up to the first floor, with Anthony walking slowly behind us. It felt like all my senses were attuned to him: the thud of his footsteps on the stairs, the squeak of his hand on the polished wooden banister, the sound of his breathing. It made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and my pulse race.
The day had taken on a surreal quality. After all this time, how could this be? How could I be walking up the stairs with Anthony? My brain couldn’t process it properly and I kept thinking I must be dreaming.
We reached the first floor and Julian led us along a red-carpeted corridor flanked by doors leading to different bedrooms. ‘Okay,’ he said, when we got to the door at the end. ‘This is the honeymoon suite, and it’s the room Liz and I stayed in on the night of our wedding. This was one of Liz’s first projects so it’s looking pretty good in here.’ The door swung open with a creak to reveal a beautiful cream-panelled bedroom with a king-sized bed. Gold jacquard curtains hung at the huge window, which had sweeping views of the rolling hills and woodland surrounding the hall. ‘As you can see, it’s rather nice. There are tea- and coffee-making facilities on the dresser, and a lovely en-suite bathroom.’
‘Ooh, it’s lovely!’ Elena wandered in, looking around her in delight. She seemed entranced by everything she saw and I wondered if there was any possibility that Daniel would agree to move their wedding to Willow Hall. It was clear she loved it and I hoped she wasn’t going to be disappointed if he said no. His dad’s golf club had never been her first choice of venue.
Crossing to the window, I looked out at the view.
‘Yes, Liz designed it all. She wouldn’t let me or Anthony near it. I don’t think she trusts us with the design side.’ Julian laughed as he opened a door next to the bed. ‘Take a look at the en suite. It’s got a roll-top bath!’
‘Very nice!’ Elena said, following him into the bathroom, leaving me and Anthony in the main bedroom. I stayed by the window, staring out at the view with my back to Anthony. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his eyes on me. I rubbed the back of my neck. The atmosphere grew hotter and heavier with each minute Elena and Julian were out of the room. They seemed to be taking their time. I could hear them discussing the gold taps and the fluffiness of the towels. Hurry up, for heaven’s sake!
‘Do you like the view?’ Anthony’s voice came from just behind me, making me jump. I hadn’t realised he was quite so close. I half-turned before quickly facing the window again, my heart thumping.
‘Oh! Yes. Yes, it’s really lovely,’ I said, far too heartily. ‘The whole place is beautiful. You’re so lucky to live here!’
He laughed and I felt his warm breath on my neck. My knees trembled and I shut my eyes, trying to block him out. ‘There was a time I wouldn’t have agreed,’ he said. ‘But the old place has grown on me over the past year. It’s quite nice to be back.’
‘It’s great that you and Julian are back to make a go of things,’ I said, surprised my voice sounded relatively normal when I felt so breathless.
‘Yes, well, it was time I grew up and faced up to my responsibilities. I suppose I have the accident to thank for that.’
I nodded. I didn’t feel like thanking the accident for anything. As far as I knew, we might still have been together now if it hadn’t been for the accident. But perhaps that was another thing he was grateful for. He never had wanted a long-term relationship.
Elena and Julian emerged from the en suite, still discussing the fixtures and fittings. ‘Where have you booked to stay on the night of your wedding?’ he asked her. ‘A local hotel?’
‘No, we’re just going home after the night-do,’ she said, slightly glumly.
‘You can’t just go home after you get married!’ Anthony protested. ‘What an anticlimax! It’s supposed to be the most romantic, most memorable day of your life, Elena!’
I turned to look at him in surprise. Since when did he care where people spent their wedding night? Was it just a sales pitch? A new angle to convince Elena to move her wedding?
Elena shrugged. ‘It will still be a memorable day. We’ll be really tired anyway, so I don’t suppose it will matter. Besides, we’re going on honeymoon the following day.’
‘Where are you going?’ Julian asked.
‘Portugal.’
‘Lovely. We went to Portugal on holiday the year before last. Where are you staying?’
Elena began talking about her honeymoon plans but I was so focused on Anthony’s presence that I was unable to follow what she said. Every cell in my body seemed to be straining towards him, like flowers to the sun. I wasn’t sure why I found him so attractive after all this time. I’d spent most of this past year feeling angry with him, so why should seeing him again have such an effect on me? I turned back to the window and stared out at the distant hills and the blue, blue sky. I kept getting wafts of his aftershave, subtly competing with the new-paint smell of the bedroom. I pressed my fingertips to the windowsill, my nails whitening with the pressure.
‘Do you have a room where the bride and bridesmaids can get ready beforehand too?’ Elena asked.
‘Oh, yes, we’re preparing that at the moment. It’s just down the corridor. Follow me.’
I turned to follow, only to find myself nose to collar with Anthony.
‘Sorry!’ I blurted, backing away instantly.
‘My fault. I was just trying to catch a glimpse of something in the garden below. So sorry.’ He stood back to let me pass and I scuttled away, cheeks glowing like distress flares. Oh, God, please let this be over soon, I prayed. It was too awkward and intense.
The bridal suite, as they called it, was a large cream room, similar to the honeymoon suite, but with a huge dressing table and pewter-framed mirror. I tried my best to focus on what Julian was saying, but my nerves were shredded. The only thing I cared about was the fact that Anthony was leaning casually against the doorframe like some kind of male model.
‘Ooh, I like the window seat!’ Elena said, pressing her hand into the cushion, which was still covered in plastic.
‘Yes, Liz said it’s a good photo-opportunity.’
‘Oooh!’ Elena spun round enthusiastically. ‘And we could stay over the night before? Rachel and I?’
I swallowed. Was Elena really considering moving her wedding to Willow Hall?
‘Of course!’ Julian answered. ‘Guests could stay too. And the groom, of course. Although you’d have to be careful to keep out of sight of him before the wedding.’
‘Guest accommodation wouldn’t be free, though,’ Anthony put in with a glance at his brother. ‘Although we would offer it at a reduced rate.’
Elena nodded. ‘Well, I think you’ve given me plenty to think about. I’ll have to talk to Daniel about it, obviously. I’m not sure… it’s the golf club where his dad goes, you see, so he might not want to change.’
‘Well, bring him down and we can convince him. Otherwise, it’s down to you, Rachel.’ Julian turned his blue eyes on me and smiled. ‘You’ve got us excited now and we’re counting on one of you to have your wedding with us here this year.’
‘No pressure then!’ I laughed nervously and turned quickly away from Anthony’s gaze. ‘Someone might well book with you today and you won’t need us at all.’
‘I doubt it. Most of them are locals who’ve only come to have a good old look around. They don’t really approve of our new venture. They think it will cause too much traffic in the village.’
‘I bet the owners of the guesthouse will be happy. And the