The place had been under restoration for three months, and the only thing that had been done was the stall removal. That’s what she hated about hiring people to do things. They took their own sweet time, and it was never exactly as she wanted it. The place was now one big two thousand square foot empty space with a questionable foundation. It would be perfect for the five-star restaurant she had planned if the roof didn’t collapse on her first. From her research, many of the world’s best bed and breakfasts had separate restaurants on the grounds for both the guests and people not staying on the property. The project was actually a secret gift for Lizzie. Carrie knew she missed the hustle and bustle of New York, and her job as banquet manager at the Waldorf Astoria. Not that Lizzie wouldn’t be busy with a newborn. But at this rate, the kid would be in college by the time the place was anywhere near finished anyway. She lifted her head toward the ceiling and squinted at the sections of exposed sky.
