CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“ I can’t talk right now, Christie, the painters have literally just arrived, and I need to finalise the details with them. Are you still coming over later? Okay, I’ll see you then. I need to give you a key as well. Okay, catch you later, Sis.”
“ Sorry about that, Ceecee. Right, where were we?” said Aggie as she led the woman and her small team of painters toward the back of the store.
“ Like we agreed before, we’d like the soft sage green for the walls of the entire ground floor,” she turned her attention to the younger painters, “but the wood stays wood,” Aggie chuckled, “I don’t want any of that painted. My carpenter has already worked his magic on that.”
“ No problem, Miss Trout.”
“ Please call me Aggie, Ceecee.”
“ Aggie it is,”
