she could get over Declan easily and quickly. At twenty-two, she had her life ahead of her. So, why did a painful pang in her chest made it so hard to breathe? Maybe, getting over him wouldn’t be that easy. On the other hand, Keira was a resolute woman. ‘Stubborn as a mule’ would be her mom’s definition for her. She would manage.
After around forty minutes, Keira got to her first destination, Wicklow, where she had planned to stay for three nights in order to go hiking and sightseeing. The beautiful area was perfect for those kinds of activities. Guided by her driving app, she found the little B&B without any incident. The house was a masterpiece in stone dating from the early eighteenth century and the surrounding countryside was peaceful and lush.
When she entered the front hall, Keira was greeted by the owners, a lovely elderly couple, who made her feel at home right away.
“Hello, my dear. I’m Sylvia, and this is my husband, John. Welcome to Burtonderry House,” said the silver-haired lady. She was wearing a spotless white apron. “I’m in charge of the kitchen, as you can see from my outfit,” she added with a self-mocking expression. “While John, here, takes care of the rooms and leisure activities.”
“Nice to meet you both. I’m Keira. I’ve made a reservation for three nights.”
“Yes, yes, my dear. We were expecting you,” John replied as he took her bags. “Come this way. I’ll show you to your room.”
“See you in a bit, Keira. Lunch will be served in half an hour,” Sylvia shouted as they walked away and up a beautiful wooden staircase that led to the guest rooms. When John opened the door to her room, she felt like a little girl again.
“Oh, my gosh! I’ve always wanted a bedroom like this,” she giggled. “It’s like a fairytale bedroom,” she exclaimed as she ran a hand over the soft fabric of the curtains that hung around the canopy bed.
John smiled at her childish enthusiasm before putting her bags beside the armchair on the corner, “Glad you like it. There’s a phone over there. Dial zero if you need anything.”
She stretched her hand to give him a tip but he smiled and closed his calloused hand over hers. “There’s no need for tipping us, Keira. We love sharing our home with our guests. Your money is good here only for the room and fare, nothing more.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s very kind of you and your wife.”
“Please, call me John. I’m old enough to be your grandfather but I don’t like formalities, especially where beautiful lasses are concerned,” he gave her a playful wink and closed the door behind him as he left her alone.
She smiled for the first time that day, putting her bag on the bed and getting fresh clothes. She wanted to take a walk around the place after lunch. When she took off her jeans and tossed it on the bed, her cell phone fell from the pocket, bouncing off the mattress and landing on the floor with a thud. The thick carpet prevented any damages and she stared at her phone as if it were a reptile, remembering she hadn’t opened Declan’s text message.
Don’t be a wuss. Read it already! Postponing the inevitable will only make it worse .
Summoning her courage, she took the cell phone and opened his short message, “Miss you already, gorgeous. See you in fifteen days.”
Keira’s face got red with rage. How could he be so cynical? The lying, cheating bastard sent her a message while having breakfast with another woman. She threw the phone back on the bed and left the room, fuming. She noticed she was stomping her feet as she climbed down the wooden stairs and made an effort to control her temper.
When she got to the dining room, which was a small room with eight square tables, six guests were already enjoying their lunch. She chose an empty table and, as she sat down, she noticed Sylvia coming towards her with a plate full of salad and a small basket of freshly baked bread on a
After around forty minutes, Keira got to her first destination, Wicklow, where she had planned to stay for three nights in order to go hiking and sightseeing. The beautiful area was perfect for those kinds of activities. Guided by her driving app, she found the little B&B without any incident. The house was a masterpiece in stone dating from the early eighteenth century and the surrounding countryside was peaceful and lush.
When she entered the front hall, Keira was greeted by the owners, a lovely elderly couple, who made her feel at home right away.
“Hello, my dear. I’m Sylvia, and this is my husband, John. Welcome to Burtonderry House,” said the silver-haired lady. She was wearing a spotless white apron. “I’m in charge of the kitchen, as you can see from my outfit,” she added with a self-mocking expression. “While John, here, takes care of the rooms and leisure activities.”
“Nice to meet you both. I’m Keira. I’ve made a reservation for three nights.”
“Yes, yes, my dear. We were expecting you,” John replied as he took her bags. “Come this way. I’ll show you to your room.”
“See you in a bit, Keira. Lunch will be served in half an hour,” Sylvia shouted as they walked away and up a beautiful wooden staircase that led to the guest rooms. When John opened the door to her room, she felt like a little girl again.
“Oh, my gosh! I’ve always wanted a bedroom like this,” she giggled. “It’s like a fairytale bedroom,” she exclaimed as she ran a hand over the soft fabric of the curtains that hung around the canopy bed.
John smiled at her childish enthusiasm before putting her bags beside the armchair on the corner, “Glad you like it. There’s a phone over there. Dial zero if you need anything.”
She stretched her hand to give him a tip but he smiled and closed his calloused hand over hers. “There’s no need for tipping us, Keira. We love sharing our home with our guests. Your money is good here only for the room and fare, nothing more.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s very kind of you and your wife.”
“Please, call me John. I’m old enough to be your grandfather but I don’t like formalities, especially where beautiful lasses are concerned,” he gave her a playful wink and closed the door behind him as he left her alone.
She smiled for the first time that day, putting her bag on the bed and getting fresh clothes. She wanted to take a walk around the place after lunch. When she took off her jeans and tossed it on the bed, her cell phone fell from the pocket, bouncing off the mattress and landing on the floor with a thud. The thick carpet prevented any damages and she stared at her phone as if it were a reptile, remembering she hadn’t opened Declan’s text message.
Don’t be a wuss. Read it already! Postponing the inevitable will only make it worse .
Summoning her courage, she took the cell phone and opened his short message, “Miss you already, gorgeous. See you in fifteen days.”
Keira’s face got red with rage. How could he be so cynical? The lying, cheating bastard sent her a message while having breakfast with another woman. She threw the phone back on the bed and left the room, fuming. She noticed she was stomping her feet as she climbed down the wooden stairs and made an effort to control her temper.
When she got to the dining room, which was a small room with eight square tables, six guests were already enjoying their lunch. She chose an empty table and, as she sat down, she noticed Sylvia coming towards her with a plate full of salad and a small basket of freshly baked bread on a
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