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Frank let out a wry laugh ‘Keep drea, Grace’
Her eyelids flickered back open Grey Sleek Blackness everywhere She leaned forward across Frank’s desk ‘I could even make this place smell like Christmas Cookies Cinnamon sticks Cranberries Pine trees and Christmas spices And not from some tacky candle’
Frank arched an eyebrow and leaned over towards her ‘There’s a lot to be said for candles And I’s packed up in the basement somewhere’ He shook his head ‘But I doubt very ave her a careful nod ‘You should take soood use of them’
She gave a half-sirls that she was on her own Grace didn’t like people feeling sorry for her But Frank had only the best of intentions She knew that So, she couldn’t be offended by his good intentions In fact, she was quite sure that soht actually dress up as Santa
Truth hile The Arest asset was actually the staff There were no ‘bad pennies’ as her gran used to call them
Everything here was luxurious Fros, the Michelin-starred restaurant, even the heavy-duty stationery that her daily work assignment was printed on
It was a world away fro with the Maids in Chelsea agency had been a blessing in disguise When her grand battle with cancer, Grace had realised it was tiran had been the biggest part of her world For a few years she’d only ed to take te full-tiht not be ood and her work colleagues had turned into the best bunch of friends a girl could have
As it was one of London’s exclusive hotels, work at The Aruests that stayed here per businesses always had rooms on hold for their overseas visitors A few of the suites seeuests
In the space of a few h scandal and impropriety to keep the tabloid presses in headlines for the next year But confidentiality was part of the contract for Maids in Chelsea—and she would never have breathed a word anyway
Today’s assignment was a little different She headed over to the reception desk ‘Anya, can I just check? I’ve to clean the Nottingdale Suite? The penthouse? No one has stayed there in the whole time I’ve worked here’
Anya checked the co to be used later We’re expecting the guest around five’
‘Who normally stays there?’
Anya smiled ‘I’m not sure I did hear a rumour it was the reclusive tycoon ns the whole chain’
Grace tried not to let heropen ‘Really? Is it a man or a woman? What’s their name?’
Anya held up her hands ‘You tell er than I have’
Grace shook her head ‘I haven’t paid that much attention And I’ve never been in the penthouse’ She winked at Anya ‘This could be fun’
Theflew past And it was fun She cleaned a few roouests Unpacked seven giant cases for a guest as staying for only two nights Then spent nearly an hour with Mrs Alice Archer, her favourite long-ter on twenty-one Mrs Archer needed special soft sheets for her bed due to a long-ters and ar crea her into whatever fabulous outfit she’d picked for the day Alice’s walk-in wardrobe was every girl’s fantasy It was full of original nineteen-forties clothes—all co jackets, gingham dresses, a rainbow array of neckerchiefs, fitted sweaters and a few rarely worn satin evening gowns There were a handbag and shoes to match every outfit
Alice Archer had her hair styled twice a week, was fastidious with her ht red lipstick, and drank les, once she’d been helped into her clothes In a way she rerandmother had certainly never had the lifestyle that Alice had experienced But both had the sa hearts Grace finished fastening Alice’s shoes as she sipped her lemon tea