An Almost Purrfect Murder by Jacqueline Vick

Author:Jacqueline Vick
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945403170
Publisher: Classical Reads

NINETEEN

Early the next morning, the porter dropped off my bridesmaid’s gown, which I had stored in the Honeymoon Suite. The bride had chosen royal-blue, a color that went with both my auburn hair and Gina’s strawberry-blond coloring. My best friend was considerate that way. Nothing of Bridezilla hogging the limelight about her.

There wasn’t a full-length mirror in the room, so after I slipped into the dress and performed the twists necessary to zip it up, the image staring back at me was only from hips up.

The fitted bodice was modest because of my insistence my chest remain private except where the neckline skimmed a hint of cleavage. At the hips, the tea-length skirt hung down in waves, and I had matching pumps. The nylons were a challenge. In Arizona, most people stick to sandals, since they’d melt in stockings. I lay on the bed and fought and wriggled to get each leg on. Pulling the waistband over my hips nearly gave me apoplexy. It was a good thing I’d left my hair until last.

Normally, I wear it down. The loose, natural curl gives it body, and keeping the length just past my shoulders keeps it heavy enough to make the cowlicks behave. But today was special. I brushed my mop up high on my head and allowed the curls to do what they may, except for the ones that fell around my face. Those I beat into submission with enough gel to keep them in place. I fancied they looked like the loose tendrils I read about in romance novels. Tendrils. Sounded much better than stragglers.

I transferred my room card and my wallet into a small black clutch I’d purchased for the event, and when I stepped into the hallway, I found my watchdog waiting.

Bowers stared.

“I’ve never seen you with your hair up.”

My hand went to touch the back of my head to make sure everything was in place.

“Or in a dress.”

I brushed down the skirt and resisted the urge to pull the bodice up.

Bowers cleared his throat. “Robby went ahead with Gina. Will I do?”

Would he ever. His dark navy suit emphasized his eye color and his broad shoulders, and the white shirt and rose tie added a touch of sophistication.

His hands were in his pockets, so Bowers crooked an elbow out and I let him escort me to my best friend’s wedding.

The rehearsal had taken place on the ship to allow us to practice our moves, but since the ceremony was a Catholic sacrament, it had to take place on consecrated ground. The bishops from the Phoenix and Juneau dioceses had given their permission for Father Basil to officiate the wedding, and our destination was St. Gregory Nazianzen Catholic Church.

Since the weather was in the cool sixties, most of the wedding party had decided to walk to the church, except for the bride, of course. She would arrive in a limousine with her stepfather. I did feel overdressed as we stepped off the gangway. Most of the tourists

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