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beauty of the place. The loveliness of the hotel and grounds is accentuated by the dusting of February snow highlighting every surface that it sits on. The centrepiece of the driveway is a slate lined fountain with neatly trimmed bushes, everything is white with frost as the icicles catch the light of the afternoon sun and shine like jewels as we cast our eyes toward the impressive entrance porch.
The wedding is tomorrow, Steve and Annie are not yet legally married as their ceremony in Thailand was just a religious one, so I feel privileged to be one of less than one hundred guests here to witness them actually becoming husband and wife. We head into the hotel and after checking in and putting our things in the rooms, we all head down to the bar for some lunch.
Looking out of the windows at the stunning views over the Tamar Valley I can see why Steve chose this venue. Annie has never been to England before and this place encapsulates all that is beautiful about our small island and lays it out in all its glory, like gifts for Annie to admire and treasure. The Georgian building represents our vast and colourful history, all around it a lush green landscape and various examples wildlife show the British countryside at its best and the icing on the cake is the beauty of English winter demonstrating our changing seasons.
Our room is beautiful and the view from up here is even more breath taking than from the terrace. We have exclusive use of the hotel which is great and it all feels really intimate and cosy, Steve and Annie are already here but have taken their parents out for the day. We are all getting together for dinner this evening but not before an afternoon walk in the cold countryside with Jackson.
By the time we have got back to the hotel and changed for dinner I am more than ready for it, I’m famished and in need of a glass of wine, pronto. We head down to the bar and are practically pounced upon by someone throwing their arms around Jackson’s neck, separating us and aggravating me,
“Rosie, this is Sasha, a friend of mine from uni ” Jackson awkwardly pushes her to arm’s length and smiles at me. As he says her name I notice the way she looks up at him, the same way that I do when he says mine.
I immediately feel that Sasha is a threat , she is petite and extremely attractive. Her black hair is perfectly tamed and cut into a sharp asymmetric bob, her dark eyes look almost black against the smoky make up that she is wearing so well. I have to gather my thoughts to remember how to speak but I can’t help feeling concerned by how pretty Sasha is and how comfortable she seems with Jackson.
“Nice to meet you” I smile but try my hardest to transmit a message telepathically so that she knows he is off limits, she doesn’t seem to receive it by the way that she places her hand on his arm and laughs.
“Jackson, have you seen the photos from the wedding, there are some brilliant ones of us in Presley’s!” She hasn’t even acknowledged me and now I realise that this is the woman that was offering him coffee so early in the morning when I had called. She is stunning and oozes sexuality, she is also obviously attracted to Jackson and she was in Thailand with him.
My blood is boiling and I can feel my cheeks becoming redder, I scan the room for Pippa and when I spot her at the bar I head towards her without excusing myself from Jackson’s side. I need talking down from the ledge that I find myself on. I know that I should trust Jackson, but Sasha has known Jackson for a long time, I only found out a few days ago that it’s his thirtieth birthday next week.
“What’s happened?” Pippa asks as she sees me charging toward her, I keep walking, gesturing for her to follow and we head outside into the cold, “Rosie, I love you, but it is freezing, why are we outside?”
I explain everything to Pip and she does her best to convince me that I’m being an idiot, “So what if Jackson has female friends,
The wedding is tomorrow, Steve and Annie are not yet legally married as their ceremony in Thailand was just a religious one, so I feel privileged to be one of less than one hundred guests here to witness them actually becoming husband and wife. We head into the hotel and after checking in and putting our things in the rooms, we all head down to the bar for some lunch.
Looking out of the windows at the stunning views over the Tamar Valley I can see why Steve chose this venue. Annie has never been to England before and this place encapsulates all that is beautiful about our small island and lays it out in all its glory, like gifts for Annie to admire and treasure. The Georgian building represents our vast and colourful history, all around it a lush green landscape and various examples wildlife show the British countryside at its best and the icing on the cake is the beauty of English winter demonstrating our changing seasons.
Our room is beautiful and the view from up here is even more breath taking than from the terrace. We have exclusive use of the hotel which is great and it all feels really intimate and cosy, Steve and Annie are already here but have taken their parents out for the day. We are all getting together for dinner this evening but not before an afternoon walk in the cold countryside with Jackson.
By the time we have got back to the hotel and changed for dinner I am more than ready for it, I’m famished and in need of a glass of wine, pronto. We head down to the bar and are practically pounced upon by someone throwing their arms around Jackson’s neck, separating us and aggravating me,
“Rosie, this is Sasha, a friend of mine from uni ” Jackson awkwardly pushes her to arm’s length and smiles at me. As he says her name I notice the way she looks up at him, the same way that I do when he says mine.
I immediately feel that Sasha is a threat , she is petite and extremely attractive. Her black hair is perfectly tamed and cut into a sharp asymmetric bob, her dark eyes look almost black against the smoky make up that she is wearing so well. I have to gather my thoughts to remember how to speak but I can’t help feeling concerned by how pretty Sasha is and how comfortable she seems with Jackson.
“Nice to meet you” I smile but try my hardest to transmit a message telepathically so that she knows he is off limits, she doesn’t seem to receive it by the way that she places her hand on his arm and laughs.
“Jackson, have you seen the photos from the wedding, there are some brilliant ones of us in Presley’s!” She hasn’t even acknowledged me and now I realise that this is the woman that was offering him coffee so early in the morning when I had called. She is stunning and oozes sexuality, she is also obviously attracted to Jackson and she was in Thailand with him.
My blood is boiling and I can feel my cheeks becoming redder, I scan the room for Pippa and when I spot her at the bar I head towards her without excusing myself from Jackson’s side. I need talking down from the ledge that I find myself on. I know that I should trust Jackson, but Sasha has known Jackson for a long time, I only found out a few days ago that it’s his thirtieth birthday next week.
“What’s happened?” Pippa asks as she sees me charging toward her, I keep walking, gesturing for her to follow and we head outside into the cold, “Rosie, I love you, but it is freezing, why are we outside?”
I explain everything to Pip and she does her best to convince me that I’m being an idiot, “So what if Jackson has female friends,
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