Murder Says I Do by Thea Cambert

Author:Thea Cambert [Cambert, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2020-09-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

By nine o’clock Saturday morning, the town was alive with festival-goers. Saturday usually brought the largest crowds, and this year was shaping up to break a few records. After learning from her own mistakes as head of the festival committee the year before, Alice had wisely learned that the key to leadership lies in careful delegation. Today’s Get Your Picture Taken Inside the Giant Cornucopia event, for instance, was being manned by Chester Lehman, owner of Blue Valley Hardware, but also an amateur photographer in his spare time. Samuel and Eve Berkley, who owned the Valley Inn, were overseeing the giant ring-a-pumpkin game. And Lottie Ferguson of the Green Thumb nursery, was in charge of the Kiddie Corn Maze, which had been erected in Town Park.

“I love fall,” said Franny dreamily as she, Alice, and Owen walked toward the Heritage Museum, having left their faithful helpers in charge at their shops. “It’s perfectly glorious out.”

“You’re floating on air,” said Alice, smiling at her friend. “As any bride should on her big day.”

“Ben dropped off a couple of boxes at the apartment this morning,” said Franny. “He’s moving some stuff in, and then I’ll move a lot of my things over to the lake house. Can you believe I’ll be a married woman by the end of the day?”

Alice felt a tear sting her eye. “I can believe it,” she said. “Are we all ready for tonight?”

“I have my gown ready,” said Franny.

“I’m so glad you went with your fairy gown from the medieval faire two years ago,” said Owen. “It’s gorgeous! Not too poofy, not too flat.”

“Once you picked it, it was obvious that it was the perfect choice,” said Alice. “I don’t know why we didn’t think of it sooner!”

The fairy gown was a champagne-colored confection of a dress, scattered with tiny glistening rhinestones. All Franny had needed to do to make it wedding-ready was to remove the wings. Violet Garcia would be dropping by later in the day to bring the wedding flowers. Instead of imported hydrangeas, she was crafting a crown of tiny red-orange roses for Franny, along with bouquets of sunflowers for both her and Alice, plus corsages for the mothers and boutonnieres for the men that featured the same tiny roses mixed with sprigs of green, plus a few fall leaves for added whimsy.

“What time does Granny M arrive?” asked Franny.

“She should be here any moment now,” said Owen, opening the door to the museum. “She texted me from the airport over an hour ago.”

“Oh my gosh,” said Alice, rolling her eyes.

“What?” said Own.

“I can’t wait to see her,” said Franny. “I loved her last postcard from the Andes. She had just come in from a hike and was enjoying this potato and maize stew at a sidewalk café while she was writing to us.” Franny sighed. “I hope I’m a feisty old lady someday.”

“Speaking of . . .” Owen lifted his chin toward Edith, who was just pointing a couple in the direction of a display on the history of arts and crafts in the Smoky Mountains.

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