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Liddy Crawford, best friend of food and cocktails columnist Hayley Powell, is getting married. The wedding is the talk of the town in Bar Harbor, Maine, including snide gossip about the age gap between the bride and her groom, local lawyer Sonny Lipton. But the cruelty of the comments is nothing compared to the nasty wedding cake baker, Liddy's quarrelsome cousin Lisa.
So when the belligerent baker is found facedown in a three-tier cake, the victim of a poisoned slice, there are more suspects in town than names on the guest list. With Sonny getting cold feet, Liddy getting hot under the frilly collar of her wedding gown, and a killer possibly crashing the ceremony, Hayley vows to solve the crime before her best friend walks down the aisle . . .
Includes seven delectable recipes from Hayley’s kitchen!
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781496713872 |
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| Publisher: | Kensington |
| Publication date: | 04/30/2019 |
| Series: | Hayley Powell Series , #11 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 320 |
| Sales rank: | 189,223 |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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CHAPTER 1
"I'd like to propose a toast," Hayley Powell announced, raising her fizzy glass of champagne.
The twelve other women in the room obediently lifted their flutes, all beaming and excited and aflutter. Hayley stood in the middle of a pile of discarded gift wrapping paper that littered the floor just in front of a mountain of wedding shower gifts that were piled high on top of an oak end table in the living room of this well-appointed, tastefully decorated, otherwise neat and tidy, immaculately kept home.
"To my BFF, Liddy Crawford, let me speak for everyone when I say our hearts are full of love for you today as you soon begin this new and exciting journey. As most of us already know and can attest to, marriage isn't always an easy road, but it can be the most rewarding trip of your life. As a famous writer once said, and forgive me, I can't for the life of me remember who exactly said it, but I'm sure it was someone famous, always remember, 'A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.' Here's to you, Liddy, and a long and bright future with Sonny!"
There were a lot of "ooohs" and "aaahs" before the roomful of women cheered and happily gulped down their champagne.
Not bad, Hayley thought.
The quote seemed to work.
She would probably regurgitate it when she gave the matron of honor toast that would be required at the actual wedding reception in a few weeks.
If only she could remember who had said it so she could give proper credit.
It was a woman.
Of that she was certain.
A journalist from the 1950s, or sometime around then.
Mary something?
No, it wasn't a common name.
It was something more exotic.
It didn't really matter.
Whoever said it was long dead and could hardly object to Hayley borrowing the quote for her own speech.
"What a lovely toast," Celeste, a very regal, proper, fashion-conscious, impeccably made-up older woman said, smiling at Hayley. Celeste was the mother of the bride and the host of today's wedding shower.
Mona Barnes, the third member of Hayley's close-knit trio, including herself and the bride-to-be, polished off the rest of her champagne and reached out for one of the bottles with some remaining bubbly to refill her glass. Mona, who mostly wore sweatshirts and blue jeans in her daily life, had made a halfhearted attempt to dress up for this frilly affair, at Hayley's urging. Although her slacks were unironed and her off-the-rack embroidered paisley top was a bit ill fitting, Hayley was proud of her for trying.
"Say, Liddy, what'd you have to do to get Sonny to go along with this whole circus?" Mona joked as she upended the bottle of champagne and emptied the rest of it into her flute. "Drug him?" Celeste stiffened, appalled by the joke, but the bride, now used to Mona's peculiar sense of humor, took it all in stride.
"Yes, Mona, I have enough Ambien to keep Sonny sedated until well after the honeymoon," Liddy said.
Mona chuckled.
Hayley had to admit to herself that she had been somewhat surprised when Liddy posted photos of herself on Instagram and Facebook flashing an expensive-looking engagement ring while on a Hawaiian getaway with her boyfriend, the much-younger Sonny Lipton, a local lawyer in Bar Harbor. How on earth did she ever rope him into proposing? Frankly, not a lot of people thought their volatile relationship would last. A few mean-spirited gossips in town were quick to blame the free-flowing, potent mai tais at the all-inclusive Maui resort to explain why Sonny decided to pop the question. But Liddy insisted it was all Sonny's idea, and she was quick to point out that the proposal involved rose petals on the bed, an expensive bottle of Dom Pérignon on ice, and a twenty-four-carat diamond ring at the bottom of her champagne glass. The entire evening was swoon-worthy, to say the least. And she had the pictures on her iPhone and on all of her social media accounts to prove it.
Still, there were a lot of skeptics who doubted Sonny possessed the kind of imagination to plan such a perfect proposal. Of course, that said, no one dared to publicly dispute Liddy's colorful version of events after the happy couple arrived home.
Although Sonny wanted a long and leisurely engagement, Liddy's mother was having none of it. Before the engagement was even announced on the happy couple's newly posted Facebook wedding page, Celeste was already pressuring them to set a date. Sonny, true to form, dragged his heels for a month or so before finally caving in, and a date in June was quickly set. Now, with only a few weeks to go before the big day, there were a lot of wedding details still to be worked out.
As matron of honor, Hayley was already overwhelmed with her own responsibilities of helping the bride plan the event, so the time crunch was only adding to her stress. But at least today she could enjoy a little bubbly and relish some diverting girl time with her close friends at Celeste's beautifully decorated seaside home in Hulls Cove, situated just outside of town.
The shower had been moving along swimmingly, the gift-giving portion of the afternoon had been raucous and fun, Hayley's toast had luckily gone over well, and the bride-to-be looked radiant and happy. There had been one uncomfortable incident where Celeste caught Liddy's adopted black Lab dog, Poppyseed, or Poppy for short, chewing on her brand-new Oriental rug she had bought in a spice and textiles market on a recent trip to Istanbul, but overall, the gathering was on the verge of going down as a major success.
But that was before Celeste swallowed one glass of champagne too many, slammed her flute down on the coffee table, and slurred, "I still can't believe you refused to invite your cousin Lisa to your wedding shower!"
Hayley knew from the sour look on Liddy's face that the perfectly lovely afternoon was about to take a sharp turn toward Disaster Alley.
"I told you, Mother, I only wanted friends who love and support me at my shower, and we all know that Lisa despises me," Liddy said evenly. "And frankly, I can't stand her, so why should either of us pretend otherwise?"
"Because she's your cousin, she's part of the family, and she should be here!" Celeste spit out, nearly clocking the cheek of the young receptionist at the real estate office where Liddy worked with some flying saliva.
"I don't want to have this discussion right now, if that's okay with you, all right, Mother?"
"Fine," Celeste said, scowling as she grabbed the bottle of champagne from Mona and tried pouring some into her own glass before finally realizing it was empty.
She cast the bottle aside. "But I did promise her that she would be baking the wedding cake."
All the guests suddenly froze, and there was a staggeringly awkward silence.
Lisa Crawford, Liddy's first cousin from her father's side, owned a bakery in town. Although Lisa had a reputation for being difficult and ill-tempered, no one could dispute her talent as a master baker. She had honed her skills at dozens of restaurants and bakeries in Boston for years before finally moving back to Bar Harbor to open up her own shop. After one of her three-tier cakes had been prominently featured on a Food Network show called Ridiculous Cakes, and after she advertised that fact with a big window display, her business started booming, especially with tourists who loved the fact that they were frequenting a bakery that was, in their minds, famous for being on TV.
So Lisa's bakery, which was called Cake Walk, was a natural choice for many special events in Bar Harbor, such as weddings, birthdays, Super Bowl parties — you name it. However, Liddy had made it abundantly clear after her engagement became public that she would not be hiring Lisa to bake her wedding cake. The only problem was, Celeste rarely listened to a word Liddy had to say.
"Mother, how could you do that? I told you a dozen times I don't want that crude, awful ogre Lisa involved with my wedding in any capacity."
"Well, that's just nonsense. She's your cousin," Celeste said, glancing around the room for support.
She didn't get any.
All of the wedding shower guests sat frozen, as if petrified in suspended animation, like those poor residents of Pompeii after Mount Vesuvius blew up and covered everything in lava.
"I don't care that she's my cousin. She's mean and spiteful and she's not baking my cake," Liddy said, determined to stand up to her mother and not let her get her way this one time.
But as strong-willed and bullheaded as Liddy was, the undisputable fact was that she inherited those traits from her domineering mother.
And let's face it, Celeste was a force to be reckoned with, and one not easily defeated.
"I see," Celeste said quietly. "If you feel that way ..."
"I do," Liddy quickly added.
"Then perhaps I should reconsider paying for the wedding."
Checkmate.
Hayley knew Liddy was cash-poor ever since a recent downturn in the local real estate market and too many weekend shopping sprees to New York. She was drowning in credit card debt and hadn't sold a house in months.
Celeste had magnanimously swooped in and insisted upon covering all expenses for the wedding, since it was, after all, traditionally the family of the bride's responsibility. If it were up to Sonny, they would just elope to Vegas, but neither mother nor daughter ever wanted to see that scenario unfold, so Liddy quickly accepted Celeste's kind and generous offer.
Celeste, sensing an opportunity for controlling her daughter's big day, whipped out her checkbook while promising the wedding would be a first-class affair. However, it was dangerously naive on Liddy's part to ever assume Celeste's generosity would not come with strings attached.
And those strings were finally coming into focus.
Liddy refused to acquiesce and humiliate herself in front of her wedding shower guests.
But Hayley knew the argument was over.
Celeste was going to get her way.
And like it or not, "that crude, awful ogre Lisa" — Liddy's words, not Hayley's — was going to design and bake Liddy Crawford's wedding cake.
CHAPTER 2Hayley stood in the fitting room, mouth agape, as she stared at herself in front of the full-length mirror, marveling at just how horrendously ugly the matron of honor dress that was hanging off her was. When the store clerk first arrived carrying the dress on a hanger, Hayley had to bite her tongue, especially since Liddy seemed to like it. As Hayley took the dress from the clerk and headed into the fitting room to try it on, she just stared at the over-the-top design, aghast at the Pepto-Bismol pink color, the puffy sleeves, the frilly ruffles, and the smattering of tacky bows. It had to be the ugliest dress she had ever seen. And here she was trying it on for size. Her only hope was that it wouldn't look as bad when she wore it, but unfortunately, it looked even worse. Mona, whom Hayley could hear mumbling to herself in the next room, was given a similar dress as a bridesmaid, except in purple. Hayley didn't have to wait long to hear Mona's reaction to her own dress.
"Oh, no friggin' way am I wearing this! I look like Little Bo Peep!" Mona barked.
"Well, at least come out so I can see for myself, Mona," Liddy sighed.
Hayley heard the door to the adjoining fitting room fly open and bang against the wall as Mona shuffled out to model the bridesmaid dress.
"Oh, Mona, I think you look adorable," Liddy said.
"It's very flattering," the clerk echoed, singularly focused on just making a quick sale and commission.
"What are you talking about? You can see all my back fat!" Mona cried.
"Hayley, how does yours look?" Liddy asked, ignoring Mona.
"Uh ... I'm really not sure ..." Hayley said, attempting a bit of diplomacy before opening the door to the fitting room and stepping out.
Hayley could see Mona aggressively trying to adjust the dress so it fit her better, but having no success. Mona was right. She did look like Little Bo Peep, and so did Hayley.
Except in pink.
"I think they're lovely," Liddy said with a bright smile.
"Of course that's what you would say," Mona growled. "You're afraid we might upstage you by looking prettier than you at the wedding!"
"Mona, I'm afraid of many things, but trust me, I do not fear you upstaging me at my own wedding," Liddy said confidently.
"I would really like to look at a few more dresses if you don't mind, Liddy," Hayley offered in a calm tone. "Maybe something a little more ... understated?"
"Fine. I certainly don't want to force you to wear anything you're not comfortable in," Liddy huffed.
The clerk took her cue. "Let me see what else we have in the back."
She scurried off.
Mona didn't even bother going back inside the dressing room. She just shook off the dress right then and there and stood in front of them wearing just a bra and the ratty blue jeans she hadn't bothered taking off before slipping into the dress. "I'm rethinking this whole bridesmaid business, Liddy. Can't you find someone else to do this?"
"Absolutely not, Mona! You and Hayley are my best friends! You need to march down that aisle and stand beside me and show your support when I get married! I never ask you to do anything for me, and by God, this time, for once in your life, you are going to just suck it up and do it, do you hear me?"
Mona was taken aback, then nodded, surprisingly docile. After a long pause, she couldn't resist quietly asking, "Okay, but couldn't I do all that in a sweatshirt? I mean, not a ratty old sweatshirt with a dirty joke on the front like the ones I usually wear, but a nice, clean one I can pick up at Walmart?"
"Talk to her, Hayley," Liddy said.
"Mona, just be patient. We'll find dresses we're not embarrassed to wear, I promise," Hayley said.
"What do you mean, embarrassed to wear? You look so pretty in pink," Liddy said.
"Honestly, I don't feel pretty," Hayley confessed. "I feel like one of Cinderella's ugly stepsisters."
From behind her, Hayley heard the door to the dress shop open. "Oh, Hayley, you look absolutely enchanting in that dress, like a fairy princess!"
Hayley recognized the voice.
She spun around to see Sabrina Merryweather bounding toward them, looking stylish in a sleek black pantsuit, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Sabrina was formerly the county coroner and a classmate of Hayley's from high school. They were never especially close back in the day, and once Sabrina founded her own clique, she froze Hayley out and treated her as persona non grata, like a true mean girl. Their friendship never quite recovered. But eventually, a decade and a half past those painful high school years, they did manage to reconnect and establish a professional working relationship as adults when Hayley gained a reputation as a local crime solver and relied on Sabrina's medical expertise in the course of her amateur sleuth investigations. But then Sabrina abruptly quit her position and moved out of town, and the two of them ultimately lost touch again.
So it was a surprise to see her blow so unexpectedly into the dress shop.
"Please tell me that's the dress you're going to wear as the maid of honor at the wedding!" Sabrina cooed.
"Matron of honor," Hayley corrected her.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot you were married once," Sabrina said, pretending not to be bitchy, but coming off as totally bitchy.
"Hayley hates the dress," Liddy said.
"I didn't say I hated it. I just think it's a bit much," Hayley lied.
"I think it's perfect!" Sabrina argued.
Of course she did.
Hayley knew the game she was playing. If the dress made Hayley look hideous, then Sabrina would insist it was the perfect choice.
"What is she doing here?" Mona asked loud enough for Sabrina to hear after retrieving her sweatshirt from the fitting room and shimmying into it.
"Sabrina's my second bridesmaid," Liddy whispered, almost as if she hoped Hayley wouldn't hear her.
But Hayley heard every word and couldn't help but blurt out, "What?"
"Every bride needs a maid of honor, excuse me, matron of honor, and at least two bridesmaids," Liddy said. "Sabrina has generously agreed to be one of my bridesmaids. Isn't that sweet of her?"
Hayley and, most shockingly, Mona were both rendered speechless.
The clerk returned with an unexpectedly tasteful cream-colored, sleeveless dress that Hayley actually liked, but before she could reach out and take it to try on, Sabrina snatched it out of the clerk's hand.
"Oh, this is gorgeous! I'll try this one on!"
And then she sashayed into Hayley's fitting room and slammed the door shut.
"I am so over this," Mona snarled before pounding out of the shop.
Hayley marched over to Liddy and murmured in her ear so Sabrina could not hear her, "Sabrina Merryweather? Really?"
"I know," Liddy whispered. "It's an unexpected choice."
"Unexpected?" Hayley said, a bit too loud.
(Continues…)
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