Free A Sanctuary for Elle by Anna Jane Page A

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    Elle turned and walked up the next set up steps to the second landing.  She then headed left where the rooms began.  She opened the door to the first and saw a traditional room with only a double bed base in it.  The walls needed a paint and it needed some furniture.  The en-suite bathroom still looked as she remembered.  It would no t need much to restore, its beauty lay in its traditional, old fashioned design.  She wrote down, paint rooms, furniture, showers installed? And plumber.  She would require a plumber to get the water running again, something she noted was not happening as s he turned the tap on and nothing happened.  The plumber could also install showers into the various bathrooms, a luxury guests would like she thought. Baths were not always everyone's cup of tea these days, despite how much Elle enjoyed a long, luxurious s lumber in a bath.  No, there were days when only a shower would do. 
    Elle walked from room to room.  She found it was the same things that would need doing.  The rooms needed painting, the painters she employed could do that.  They needed some additional furniture, Elle could do that online and get some items delivered.  T h ey also needed a little bit of decoration, some paintings, some flowers, some little touches to add a little something extra to them.  Maybe the paintings could come from local painters she thought, scenes from around North Wales as the scenery was so bea u tiful.
    The bathrooms would need work doing so she would need to employ several plumbers to get started on upgrading them a little.  And the electrician she reminded herself.  She had a few phone calls to make.
    Elle decided to head on upstairs to the private quarters her grandmother had held at the top of the house.  The second floor had originally been the attic.  When her grandmother had first run The Sanctuary she had lived and worked in the building.  The tw o houses next door had not existed, they had been built once The Sanctuary had become successful and had yielded a good return.
    Her grandmother had turned the attic space into a living room, bedroom and adjoining bathroom.  When Elle had arrived, her grandm other had redesigned again so that Elle had a little room, just off the living room.  It had been small but cosy and they had lived together very happily.  This was their little sanctuary, away from the hustle and bustle of the hotel.  Elle had spent hour s of happiness up in her little hideaway. She had imagined herself as Rapunzel, up in her tower and had often put her braided her hair out of the window and hoped for a handsome prince to climb up it and save her.
    Elle walked to the end of the corridor then walked through the door which led to their secret staircase.  When the hotel had been open, this door had been locked so that guests could not access their little area of the house.  Elle found the door open and then climbed the stairs to the top.  She o p ened the door and walked through to their living space.  It was empty now, no personal possessions lay there, they had all been moved to the new house when it had been built. 
    Memories swamped Elle's mind.  Her grandmother pottering around the kitchen sin ging along to her favourite tapes, sitting on her grandmother's bed and talking about her dreams, her friends, asking advice.  They had developed such as close bond living here.  Their close quarters had fostered it.  Elle's need to be loved and protected had been fulfilled by the warmth her grandmother showed her.  She was everything to her. When she had first arrived she had been broken, scared, the loss of her parents too much to bear on her small shoulders.  Elle's grandmother had welcomed her into he r home and even her bed at first, cuddling her until she slept, holding her while she cried.  They had shared their grief together, Elle for her parents, her grandmother crying for the daughter she had lost.
    They had quickly grown close.  They