Christmas Spirit (The Middle-aged Ghost Whisperer Book 1): (Ghost Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Ghost Books
Published: 2015-12-26T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“Oh my goodness! Look who it is!” Constance hissed excitedly in my ear as she gestured toward the doorway. “Don’t stare, Prudence! Just glance that way. No, Prudence, now you look like a mugger. Subtlety is not your thing!”

“Constance, please just tell me who I’m looking at,” I said with as much patience as I could muster. I gazed over the crowd of strangers. Truth be told, I couldn’t tell one from another. I couldn’t even remember the names of any of the twenty or so people Constance had already pointed out.

Constance sighed with open envy. “The one wearing the Louis Vuitton dress! Sylvia Hawkins. She’s a famous businesswoman. Of course, I used to date her brother, who was even more famous. And right beside her is the mining magnate, Todd Ross. He’s been remarried three times, and always to a younger model. It was quite the scandal. I wonder if he’s eyeballing Sylvia for wife number four?”

I sighed and looked around the room as Constance pointed out one person after another. I was out of place in the glitz and glam at the Tamworth Christmas Ball. The tables were lined with shimmering table clothes, sporting fresh gold and silver flowers and elaborate candlelight centerpieces. The champagne-colored balloons and spiraling streamers that dangled lazily overhead shimmered with glitter that drifted down to settle on the guests’ hair and shoulders.

The scene was too elegant and over the top for me to feel comfortable. I preferred the orderly crowds of my shows, not a sea of strangers milling around. If Constance had not bought me a ticket, I would have been at home watching television with the others. Hmm. Constance or Luke? That was a hard call. Perhaps this party wasn’t so bad after all.

Constance jabbed me in the ribs. “Prudence! Did you hear me?” She gestured to a well dressed young man who was chatting enthusiastically with a pair of ladies. “That is Paul Harris, the famous actor. His face was on the billboard we passed driving here.”

I did my best to look interested, but this was not my scene at all. These people dripped with jewels and Rolexes and custom tailored clothing lines, most of which were probably imported. I, on the other hand, was wearing a three-year-old gown I had acquired from the Target store bargain bin. My jewelry was 24-karat-fake zircons and cut glass, and I had not worn these heels since my bachelorette party. I had neither the desire nor the pocketbook to keep up with high-end fashion.

“Go talk to him,” Constance commanded me, trying to shoo me toward the young man. “You’re exactly his type. If you land him, you’ll be set for life! You can even quit that silly job of yours.”

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

Constance looked at me, a picture of innocence. I didn’t know whether her expression was real or well practiced.

“Okay, for one,” I continued, “he’s got to be half my age. For another, I happen to like my business. What’s wrong with it?”

Constance smirked.

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