‘You look happy, dear. Returning home are you?’ asked her neighbour, an older woman clad in layers of woolly jumpers in spite of the mild September weather.
‘No I’m not, actually. But I’ve been here before and loved it. I’m staying at the new retreat, La Folie.’
‘My! I’ve heard it’s quite something. One of my nieces works there. Helps in the kitchen, she does. Not cheap though, is it? You need a few bob to stay there,’ she said, giving Charlotte an appraising look.
‘Yes, well, it’s worth it. And the food is outstanding, so do please pass on my thanks to your niece.’ Charlotte flashed the woman a quick smile, aware she was being judged by her clothes and probably her accent. She knew she looked what she was: a successful, elegant businesswoman. But inside she held a knot of tension, desperate to uncoil and feel at ease. The reason she was here.
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