Escape to the French Chateau by Rachel Barnett EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Rachel Barnett
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From the gravelled driveway, a crick began to form in Fran’s neck as she
gazed up at the sheer height of the chateau building. She had to squint to
see to the tips of its princess turrets, narrowing her eyes as she took a deep
breath. Here we go again, she thought. Another week, another luxury hotel
– this time Chateau les Champs d’Or, nestled in the early summer backdrop
of Loire Valley vineyards and lavender fields bursting with life. All twentyeight bedrooms of it. Corporate clients welcome. Exceptional service
guaranteed.
And that was exactly why Fran was here. To check the hotel lived up to its
lofty claims. An unplanned, unannounced visit – a spot check. A secret
shopper, if you like.
Clearly there were worse jobs. Fran realised the bubble of privilege she
currently inhabited, checking on the running of five-star hotels for Wilding
Holdings, and it was a far cry from the life she’d been living only months
previously. To say she was still adjusting would be an epic understatement.
Leaving her in the driveway, the taxi turned, showering gravel in a
graceful arc as it headed away, over the bridge which spanned a narrow
river, down the impressive length of the drive and out through the wroughtiron gates in the distance. Away from la-la land and out onto the tarmac of
the real world.
Fran felt the heat from an unexpectedly strong June sun as she tugged and
battled to pull her suitcase across the loose stones. She paused when it
snagged, then threaded her satchel-bag across her chest and did her best to
manhandle – or should that be woman-handle – her case across the
remainder of the driveway.
About to bump the luggage up the curving stone steps to the front
entrance, her attention was taken by a rapid volley of French swear words,
and the appearance of a wiry, dark-haired man of indeterminable age,
carrying a rake in one hand. The muttering gained in intensity as he kicked
at the gravel the taxi had showered over the grass.
At the sight of her, he started, then did his best to package away his frown
and smile instead. At least, Fran supposed that was what he was doing,
although his face didn’t look altogether convinced about it.
‘Bonjour, Mademoiselle.’
‘Bonjour.’
Languages hadn’t ever been Fran’s forte, but she could just about manage
the basics. Although it seemed her accent was fooling nobody as the man
asked in halting English if she needed help with her case.
‘No, thanks. I’m fine. I’m looking for the manager.’ She gestured towards
the main entrance.
‘You wish to check in? You are a guest?’
He sounded surprised by his own question, but she supposed he did have a
point. She glanced down at her sweatpants and T-shirt, then back at his
bemused expression. He was probably used to guests arriving cloaked from
head to toe in Versace couture. Fran didn’t own any couture, no matter what
the brand.
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