Wedding Tiers by Trisha Ashley

Author:Trisha Ashley [Ashley, Trisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc.
Published: 2009-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Mixed Pickles

If you make your own spiced vinegar for pickling, you will find it tastes much better than the bought stuff. I pickle everything, from plain onions, to beetroot, to cauliflower and gherkins, but I cant say I am very partial to pickled eggs. The Artist used to be, but of course now that he has moved on I don’t need to bother making them for him, and Uncle prefers pickled red cabbage.

‘Cakes and Ale’

There was not so much to do in the garden in late November, but I kept myself busy with my cake making, baking several large square ones and stacking them to make a steep, curved ski-run. There was lots of pickling and preserving to be done, too, plus the next instalment of ‘Cakes and Ale’ to rough out, so it would need just a polish and a bit of an update before I sent it in.

Libby must have been having a blissful honeymoon, because she didn’t phone me until just before they flew back and then only, I think, because she had phoned Gina first. She has a naturally suspicious mind.

‘According to Gina, the reception carried on for hours after we left and the Mummers kept playing until almost one, when she and Maria went over to the barn and told everyone to go home. They were down to the younger guests by then and, since the caterers had long since cleared up and gone, they’d sent out for alcohol.’

‘Yes, Pia popped in the day after, before she and Maria went back to London, and said they had a great time.’

‘Gina also said she noticed that you went home soon after Tim and I left…with Noah.’ Libby paused meaningfully, but I didn’t fall into the trap and rush into speech. ‘And she didn’t see him again before she left herself, a couple of hours later.’

‘Oh, I expect she just didn’t spot him,’ I said, though my tummy was doing that hot churny thing it did whenever I thought of that night. ‘I had to leave early, because I caught your bouquet when you threw it and I went home to unwire it and put the flowers in water. Noah walked me there and then stayed to help. When he went back to the reception I didn’t feel like it any more. I think I’d already had too much champagne. I just wanted to go to bed.’

It was almost true, wasn’t it? I was just a little economical with the facts.

‘Hmm,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘You didn’t fall for Noah, did you? Only I warned you what he’s like.’

‘Oh, no,’ I said airily. ‘I do like him better now I’ve got to know him, but it wouldn’t bother me if I never saw him again.’

‘Really?’ She didn’t sound terribly convinced. ‘Well, you are pretty sure to see him again, since he’s an old friend and likely to visit.’

Not if I could help it, I wouldn’t! I was sort of grateful to Noah in a way because I’d

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