guest reservations.
Owner occupancy.
Apparently I was no longer Marianne Whitcomb.
I was simply “the owner.”
Ashley tapped the page.
“That’s just to avoid surprises.”
“In my own house?”
She gave me a patient smile.
“Your cottage, yes. But everyone uses it.”
“No.”
The word came out quietly.
Bradley sighed.
“Mom.”
“No. Everyone does not use this cottage. Everyone I invite uses it.”
Ashley crossed her arms.
“You’ve always said you wanted people to enjoy it.”
“I also want people to enjoy my china. That doesn’t mean the neighbors can
