get back into his taxi.
Isobel watched only for a moment as the taxi drove away. It was too cold to stay out much longer, so she headed inside the Tower to check in. The warmth of the inside immediately seeped into her chilled skin when she stepped inside. What she saw when she went in took her breath away. It was if she had stepped back into history. A large rug covered the stone floor then lead to a staircase made completely out of wood with intricate spindles gracing each stair as it ascended upwards to the second floor. Paintings hung on the walls of people long since dead but still greatly remembered. The smell of the castle was a mixture of old wood and the sea outside. She stood transfixed in the middle of the lobby staring at everything surrounding her.
“Can I help ye, Miss?”
A voice drew her attention away from the sights before her and over to the reception desk that sat off to the side of the room. An older woman stood behind the wooden reception desk that didn’t look quite as old as the castle.
“Hi, I’m Isobel Hyde. I have a reservation.” She walked over to the woman as she spoke to her. “My friend made all the arrangements for me.”
“Let me have a look, dear.” The friendly old woman flipped through a box of index cards then pulled out one. “Haur ye ar, my dear, Isobel Hyde from the United States.” She showed Isobel the card that had her name written on it.
“That’s me,” she replied.
“Hou lang will ye be staying?”
“I’m not sure yet. Do I have to give you a date right now?” Her heart gave a little jump at the thought of having to return home too soon.
“Oh no, dear. This is not our busy time of the year.” The woman filled out a check-in form then handed it to her to sign. “Haur ye go. I already have a credit card on file for you so there is no need for you to come down and pay every day. I will just run the card.”
Elizabeth again had taken care of everything. The card on file had to be Elizabeth’s because there was no way she would chance Daniel being able to trace it.
“Haur ar ye keys, dearie. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. I am Mrs. Bailey by the way, so if ye need anything just call down to the desk and someone will see to your needs. Your room is up those stairs behind ye and to the left.”
“Thank-you, Mrs. Bailey.” She gave the woman a smile then headed upstairs.
The place was rather quiet as she ascended the stairs. Each step she took brought into focus fascinating objects and pictures that were scattered around the stairs and upper floor. A portrait, which Isobel assumed was a previous owner, hung at the top of the stairs looking down on her as she passed by it. The hallway was carpeted so her footsteps caused no more noise than walking into a room that was completely silent. She passed several doors until she came to the one marked with the same number as on her key, 5B. She slipped the old key into the lock and twisted it until she heard the latch draw back into the door. The door eased open on its own to reveal a stunning room behind it.
Isobel stepped into the room feeling as if she had been transported back in time. While the room had modern carpet, most of the furniture was antique. A large canopy bed sat in the middle of one of the walls that was covered with wallpaper. Her room was called the Daffodil room and it sat on one of the corners of the Tower facing the bay. The actual corner of the room was a small sitting area that had a large bay window that one could look out of and get a magnificent view of
Isobel watched only for a moment as the taxi drove away. It was too cold to stay out much longer, so she headed inside the Tower to check in. The warmth of the inside immediately seeped into her chilled skin when she stepped inside. What she saw when she went in took her breath away. It was if she had stepped back into history. A large rug covered the stone floor then lead to a staircase made completely out of wood with intricate spindles gracing each stair as it ascended upwards to the second floor. Paintings hung on the walls of people long since dead but still greatly remembered. The smell of the castle was a mixture of old wood and the sea outside. She stood transfixed in the middle of the lobby staring at everything surrounding her.
“Can I help ye, Miss?”
A voice drew her attention away from the sights before her and over to the reception desk that sat off to the side of the room. An older woman stood behind the wooden reception desk that didn’t look quite as old as the castle.
“Hi, I’m Isobel Hyde. I have a reservation.” She walked over to the woman as she spoke to her. “My friend made all the arrangements for me.”
“Let me have a look, dear.” The friendly old woman flipped through a box of index cards then pulled out one. “Haur ye ar, my dear, Isobel Hyde from the United States.” She showed Isobel the card that had her name written on it.
“That’s me,” she replied.
“Hou lang will ye be staying?”
“I’m not sure yet. Do I have to give you a date right now?” Her heart gave a little jump at the thought of having to return home too soon.
“Oh no, dear. This is not our busy time of the year.” The woman filled out a check-in form then handed it to her to sign. “Haur ye go. I already have a credit card on file for you so there is no need for you to come down and pay every day. I will just run the card.”
Elizabeth again had taken care of everything. The card on file had to be Elizabeth’s because there was no way she would chance Daniel being able to trace it.
“Haur ar ye keys, dearie. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. I am Mrs. Bailey by the way, so if ye need anything just call down to the desk and someone will see to your needs. Your room is up those stairs behind ye and to the left.”
“Thank-you, Mrs. Bailey.” She gave the woman a smile then headed upstairs.
The place was rather quiet as she ascended the stairs. Each step she took brought into focus fascinating objects and pictures that were scattered around the stairs and upper floor. A portrait, which Isobel assumed was a previous owner, hung at the top of the stairs looking down on her as she passed by it. The hallway was carpeted so her footsteps caused no more noise than walking into a room that was completely silent. She passed several doors until she came to the one marked with the same number as on her key, 5B. She slipped the old key into the lock and twisted it until she heard the latch draw back into the door. The door eased open on its own to reveal a stunning room behind it.
Isobel stepped into the room feeling as if she had been transported back in time. While the room had modern carpet, most of the furniture was antique. A large canopy bed sat in the middle of one of the walls that was covered with wallpaper. Her room was called the Daffodil room and it sat on one of the corners of the Tower facing the bay. The actual corner of the room was a small sitting area that had a large bay window that one could look out of and get a magnificent view of
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