CHAPTER TWENTY
There was only one more day to organize everything before the New Year’s Eve ball. Emily was amazed by how quickly she’d managed to pull everything together so far, but there was still so much to do.
Bryony arrived at eight a.m. for their previously postponed meeting. She bustled in through the door of the inn, her arms laden with folders, a laptop case slung over one shoulder weighing her down. As she unwrapped her huge woollen scarf from her neck, her incense scent wafted out.
“Happy Christmas, Emily,” she smiled, slinging her laptop case down and dumping the folders on the reception desk. She hugged Emily. “WOW. You are so pregnant.”
“I know,” Emily laughed, leading the way to the kitchen where the coffee pot was brewing Bryony’s fuel for the meeting. “I’m 42 weeks pl
