THE BACK OF BEYOND
MAY 1922
“And did you enjoy Donegal, Miss Preston?” asked Mr Carstairs as he led her into the sizeable dining room.
Meg felt confident going into the room with him. Mary, wearing a bright emerald-green gown, followed. Annie had fitted the beautiful crimson dress to fit her perfectly and she had no qualms about table service or how to behave; years at the executive dining room had taught her all of that.
The constrained table setting was proper, she noted, but confusing, set for four, yet no fourth had joined them. She’d hoped for flowers, but there were none. The crystal, silver, and polished wood sparkled in the candlelight, which also highlighted twisted gold threads in the flocked wallpaper. The china and silverware appeared to be very fine, but Meg wasn’t familia
