The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) by Alexandra North Page B
Authors: Alexandra North
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rooms.“Great, tell her I’ll give her a call. See you soon.”
“You will.”
*****
My first stop is The Gilded Fox to meet with one of Seb’s newly appointed Site Foremen, Andre. He had already proven himself with his ultra organisational skills, working to my diva demands, from home the past few weeks. He’d been accommodating and understanding of our tight deadlines and unfortunate circumstances and we’d formed a mutual respect for one another at our first meeting. Mine in my dressing gown, plaster cast in place, bruised and battered but he was one of the few people who hadn’t pandered to that. He’d simply ignored it and treated me like a client. It probably helped that I was a stranger to him but I liked him immediately - loved the fact that he hadn’t come with a cloak of pity wrapped about him for my circumstances. He was probably empathetic but didn’t know me well enough to feel it deeply.
Our collaborations had taken place by email and phone, or Facetime link on the iPad on site from then on, often with Colin in tow and surprisingly we were still on track for the bathrooms tiling to begin today.
“Andre - great to see you. How’s it all looking?”
“Looking good, Lucia. We’ve started in Room 1 as it’s the biggest bathroom and Room 3, as it’s the second largest.”
“Great thinking Batman.”
He smiles shyly and I grin. I like him. I could see him for one of our friends - maybe Jess?
“Well, here’s the board you asked for - it’ll just give you and the guys a better idea of how things will look. I know you’ve seen the plans and have the materials now but sometimes it’s hard for some to visualise the end result.”
“This is just what we needed, thank you. The lads are great with their hands and their workmanship is second to none but they’d be the first to admit that design isn’t their forte. Stick a picture in front of them and we’ll get this job the way you want it.”
I nod, understanding completely. “So where are we at?”
“Well, the plumbing is in for all the rooms, all the suites, and lighting, that was completed last week, based upon our previous meetings and Seb helped coordinate. The walls were re-plastered, because when we removed the old tiles, as you know, they did some real damage. So the rooms are all ready to for tiling and the we’ll lay the wood floors last.”
“Superb.”
“Room 1 has already begun - do you want to see?”
“Oh. My. God. Does it look amazing? Lead the way.” I follow his carefully trodden path, across planks of placed wood and stretched pieces of cloth, up the stairs to the bedrooms above. The Inn would be closed for business for the next fortnight, so that we could complete these works and I am determined to finish on time - we had no choice, Carolyn Walters was losing business being closedfor that amount of time. We really needed to make this design makeover bloody amazing and worth all this loss of potential revenue. No pressure then.
I step over a trestle table where tools and pots, precariously balance, and head into the guest-room I’d originally viewed on my first visit to The Gilded Fox. Everything had gone, leaving a huge airy blank space, with a tremendous potential. I could see the finished image in front of me now, not physically of course but in my mind’s eye. The bed, wall coverings and following the fashion trend of the moment, the tub in the bedroom. That focal point is actually now in place, as promised and as stunning as I’d envisaged, its copper outer glistening like bronzed water, a huge oval egg in front of the hole in the wall where the recessed fire will be. Be…u…ti…ful.
“So, what do you think?” Andre enquires from behind me.
“Perfection. Seriously. Has it been a bastard?”
He laughs. “We’ve had a few glitches - namely with the weight of the thing - it weighs a ton, but nah, we got there in the end. Chris, has been pretty good, he likes you - has been all over this
“You will.”
*****
My first stop is The Gilded Fox to meet with one of Seb’s newly appointed Site Foremen, Andre. He had already proven himself with his ultra organisational skills, working to my diva demands, from home the past few weeks. He’d been accommodating and understanding of our tight deadlines and unfortunate circumstances and we’d formed a mutual respect for one another at our first meeting. Mine in my dressing gown, plaster cast in place, bruised and battered but he was one of the few people who hadn’t pandered to that. He’d simply ignored it and treated me like a client. It probably helped that I was a stranger to him but I liked him immediately - loved the fact that he hadn’t come with a cloak of pity wrapped about him for my circumstances. He was probably empathetic but didn’t know me well enough to feel it deeply.
Our collaborations had taken place by email and phone, or Facetime link on the iPad on site from then on, often with Colin in tow and surprisingly we were still on track for the bathrooms tiling to begin today.
“Andre - great to see you. How’s it all looking?”
“Looking good, Lucia. We’ve started in Room 1 as it’s the biggest bathroom and Room 3, as it’s the second largest.”
“Great thinking Batman.”
He smiles shyly and I grin. I like him. I could see him for one of our friends - maybe Jess?
“Well, here’s the board you asked for - it’ll just give you and the guys a better idea of how things will look. I know you’ve seen the plans and have the materials now but sometimes it’s hard for some to visualise the end result.”
“This is just what we needed, thank you. The lads are great with their hands and their workmanship is second to none but they’d be the first to admit that design isn’t their forte. Stick a picture in front of them and we’ll get this job the way you want it.”
I nod, understanding completely. “So where are we at?”
“Well, the plumbing is in for all the rooms, all the suites, and lighting, that was completed last week, based upon our previous meetings and Seb helped coordinate. The walls were re-plastered, because when we removed the old tiles, as you know, they did some real damage. So the rooms are all ready to for tiling and the we’ll lay the wood floors last.”
“Superb.”
“Room 1 has already begun - do you want to see?”
“Oh. My. God. Does it look amazing? Lead the way.” I follow his carefully trodden path, across planks of placed wood and stretched pieces of cloth, up the stairs to the bedrooms above. The Inn would be closed for business for the next fortnight, so that we could complete these works and I am determined to finish on time - we had no choice, Carolyn Walters was losing business being closedfor that amount of time. We really needed to make this design makeover bloody amazing and worth all this loss of potential revenue. No pressure then.
I step over a trestle table where tools and pots, precariously balance, and head into the guest-room I’d originally viewed on my first visit to The Gilded Fox. Everything had gone, leaving a huge airy blank space, with a tremendous potential. I could see the finished image in front of me now, not physically of course but in my mind’s eye. The bed, wall coverings and following the fashion trend of the moment, the tub in the bedroom. That focal point is actually now in place, as promised and as stunning as I’d envisaged, its copper outer glistening like bronzed water, a huge oval egg in front of the hole in the wall where the recessed fire will be. Be…u…ti…ful.
“So, what do you think?” Andre enquires from behind me.
“Perfection. Seriously. Has it been a bastard?”
He laughs. “We’ve had a few glitches - namely with the weight of the thing - it weighs a ton, but nah, we got there in the end. Chris, has been pretty good, he likes you - has been all over this
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