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I'm snippets from the 4th Alex O'Hara cozy mystery, The Case of the Wedding Wrecker. This follows immediately after last week's snippet (from the beginning of Chapter 1.)
Snippet:
“Ladies, we
need to leave.” Maria pointed to her wristwatch, as she’d done for the past
three minutes when she wasn’t tweaking my veil, gown, or train.
Yes, my dress
had a train. Since Ellen owned one of the finest dress shops in Grand Rapids, she
had found the perfect gown. Never mind I told her no train. I would step on it
and ruin everything. But when I saw the strapless heart-shaped bodice and sleek
form-fitting satin gown, I knew she was right. Of course, that was before I saw the
train.
“No need to
worry,” she’d said then showed me how to loop the train, so it stayed out of
the way.
And a little more
Especially
while dancing. I so looked forward to dancing with Nick. After all, I couldn’t
waste those dance lessons. At my bachelorette party last night, the girls took me
to a dance studio. The instructor—holy moley, what a hunk—taught me how to
salsa and tango. I couldn’t wait to show off to my husband.
To everyone
else, he was my soon-to-be new
husband. Unbeknownst to everyone except Dottie and Maria, Nick and I had
“married in a fever” on Christmas Eve. We were crazy. Crazy in love. We hadn’t
waited for the folks to return from their once-in-lifetime Australian cruise. Something I deeply
regretted. Afterward.
Now, we were
making it official, with all our friends and family to witness.
“You are
perfect.” Ellen gave me a hug that didn’t disturb my hair or veil.
“Ditto,” Dottie
added as she pressed her cheek to mine.
“You guys are
the best.” My eyes burned, and I wanted to bawl.
“Don’t you dare
cry,” Dottie ordered while pressing my grandmother’s lacy handkerchief into my
hand.
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