“They went through to the dining room,” Izzie told her as she arrived in reception. Carrie didn’t bother asking why Izzie hadn’t stopped them; she just sighed and headed toward the double doors. That was the problem with family. They thought they had free rein to wander through her life, causing havoc. The dining room at least looked functional as a reception space, but she’d hoped to have a chance to talk up all the improvements they had planned before they actually saw it. She’d just have to hope the lure of a really great bed would be enough for Ruth to sweet talk her mother into the booking. But once she stepped through into the dining room, Carrie saw why they couldn’t wait. When she’d last checked the room, in the early hours of that morning, the tables had been laid with plain white cloths, the chairs draped with covers. It distracted, a little, from the purple and green paisley carpet. Not to mention the matching curtains hanging over the eight windows around two walls of the room.
