The Ticket to Happiness. Faith Bleasdale

a guest and she needed to remember that. Of course, she had hopes that as Brooke was here long-term, she’d become part of Meadowbrook. Perhaps not quite in the same way that Hector was, but at least a bit; although she’d keep reminding herself to stay professional. Otherwise, she’d have Harriet to answer to.

      ‘That’s why this place was so perfect for me. I’m going to love it here, I just know it.’

      Brooke downed her glass of wine and let Hector refill it. Pippa raised her eyebrows. For someone so small she could certainly drink. As she giggled loudly at something Hector said, Pippa wondered if she was a bit tipsy. The long journey, the fainting, jetlag and coming to a new place, it was all probably a little overwhelming for her.

      ‘Let’s raise a toast,’ Hector said. He was a bit tipsy too, his cheeks flushed, which was his tell. ‘Here’s to Meadowbrook and new friends.’

      ‘Wow, that’s so nice. To new friends and to Meadowbrook Manor.’

      Brooke clinked glasses with them and Pippa had a feeling that this was going to be a fun few months at the hotel.