Chapter 68
Cecilia Barstowe moved around the Red Dining Room at Inverlochy Castle Hotel. They were really going all out for the final dinner of the G-8 meeting. The tables were a stunning array of fine linens and shining Wedgwood china in an abstract red-on-gold pattern that alluded to the Lion Rampant of Scotland without quite throwing the Scottish Royal Banner in the British PM’s face; not quite. She liked that the Inverlochy had a sense of humor.
Each plate bore a hand-calligraphied card with the appropriate leader’s name. The Royal Scot Crystal champagne flutes were keepsakes engraved with “G-8,” the date, and “Inverlochy Castle Hotel, Scotland.” She reached out to move one for a better photograph and almost had her knuckles rapped.
“Don’t touch!” Irene Watson wore white gloves and
