A Christmas in Cornwall by Laura Briggs

Author:Laura Briggs [Briggs, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cornwall, clean romance, holiday romance, sweet romance, christmas romance, cosy christmas romance, cozy christmas romance
Publisher: Laura Briggs
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Dwight’s friends had narrowed down my list of potential caterers to their top three, all of whom were located in Westminster. It would take a considerable part of the day to visit them all, so I decided to use my day off for my next expedition to London. I boarded the train with a finished reception seating chart that had taken me most of the night to complete, but I was sure would make both of them happy.

To my surprise, Dwight insisted on accompanying me to the caterers. “I’m afraid my conscience wouldn’t let me rest, with you doing all the work,” he said, as we descended to the Underground that would take us to the first caterer on the list. “I’m sure you have things you would rather do with your time than chase around London for the friends of a friend, after all.”

“It’s my day off,” I explained, tucking my portfolio in my lap on the train. “You don’t have to feel guilty about eating into my work time. And as you said before, they're two young people in need of help.”

“So you're giving up your leisure time. That's still a sacrifice,” he said. “Tell me, what would you be doing in Ceffylgwyn with a day like this? Are there lots of festive events for the holiday? You know, Christmas markets filled with cheap souvenirs and so on.”

“Not really,” I said. “There’s Troyls’ night, but that’s a sort of cultural dance. I haven’t been to one yet, but maybe I’ll go if they have one for Christmas.”

Gemma and Pippa had tried to educate me on this, where some of the villagers embraced tradition by dressing up in traditional tartan and kilts. Matt, they claimed, had done so in the past, although I wondered if this was more wishful thinking on their part than anything. I hadn’t dared ask him yet, though I couldn’t help being a little curious if it was true. Matt in a linen shirt and kilt made a very appealing picture.

No thinking about that right now, I scolded myself, wondering what kind of expression Dwight had seen on my face.

“Most of the time, things are very laid back in Ceffylgwyn,” I continued, quickly. “The main attraction is quiz night at the pub. More than a hundred locals turn out to compete sometimes. My team almost won — a nice package on movie tickets was ours for the taking, if only we had brushed up on our comedies.”

“Is there a movie house in this village of yours? I sort of pictured it being the library and Ye Old Medieval Museum type, with relics of the past and bored teenagers on every corner.”

“Well, we would have to go to Truro to see one,” I admitted reluctantly. "But it isn’t that far, all things considered.”

"How far is far?" he laughed. "In Seattle, you complained if the bus took more than fifteen minutes to reach your stop across town."

"That was different," I said. "It was hectic in Seattle, and I was nearly always running late — but here, people take their time.

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