“I’m so glad you could come, my dear,” she said, taking Lindsey by the arm, speaking gently as she led her up a stairway of marble. “Have you eaten dinner, yet?”
“Um—no,” Lindsey said, trying not to ogle the house’s rich furnishings. “But I’m really not that hungry.”
With the walls painted white and the windows placed with an optimum view of the ocean in mind, the house had a light, airy feel about it. It was large and spacious, with an eclectic mix of contemporary and traditional furnishings. Yet it had a comfortable, lived-in quality. It was a place where anyone could feel at home.
“Well, perhaps you’d like a sandwich later. Right now, I’ll show you to your rooms. I thought you and Alex might like to freshen up after your trip.”
“Thank you, that would be wonderful,” Lindsey said, glancing back at Alex. He followed behind, deep in a conversation with his sister.
“I do hope you’ll enjoy your visit,” Mrs. Trent continued. “I was so pleased when Alex called to say you were coming.”
“Thank you,” Lindsey repeated, wondering what else Alex might have mentioned about her. Since Jamie’s birthday party, they hadn’t discussed the details of her role in this weekend’s festivities. As far as she knew, Alex might still be expecting her to play the part of his “girlfriend.”
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