RNWMP: Bride for Richard by Amelia C. Adams

Author:Amelia C. Adams [Adams, Amelia C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The small restaurant in Flying Squirrel was the perfect place for the brides to meet up for a visit. It was decorated nicely, almost as though it had ladies’ luncheons in mind, and Violet settled into her seat comfortably.

Adele had more adventures to share of her life with Liam, and Violet listened politely. She’d have to let go of her immediate dislike of the man at some point, but she wasn’t quite ready yet. Perhaps once the beaver situation had been resolved, she would, but for now, knowing that he was the ringleader, so to speak, she would just keep her mouth shut and not say more. The pie she was eating was quite delicious, and she could concentrate on that.

Ethel, the proprietor of the restaurant, came over and refilled their teacups, then asked if they’d heard about the fair and pie baking contest that was being held that Saturday.

“Mrs. Dandy mentioned a pie contest, but I didn’t know there was a whole fair,” Violet replied. That sounded like fun—she wondered if all the Mounties would be able to go, or if they’d be on duty.

“It’s the event of the season,” Ethel went on. “The Mounties judge the pie contest, and there are games and quilt displays and all sorts of things. And that night, there’s a dance. It’s the perfect chance to meet the other families in the community.”

“And to dance with your new husbands,” Miss Hazel added, and the women all laughed.

“You have to stay that long, Miss Hazel. Your pie would win for sure,” Adele told her.

Miss Hazel seemed pleased by the suggestion, and even agreed to teach Adele how to make a pie of her own so she could enter. Poor Adele wasn’t very adept at such things, but Violet couldn’t hold it against her—she hadn’t known how to cook meat until Miss Hazel came along. It seemed that good woman would be saving each of the brides from their weaknesses in one way or another. “Me too?” Violet asked. She could use a pointer on her crust—it was tasty, but never quite as flaky as she liked.

“Won’t it be fun to see if our husbands can guess which pie is ours?” Caitlyn suggested.

It would be tricky, practicing for the contest without Richard noticing. How would she go about it? She didn’t want the practice pies to go to waste, but she couldn’t feed them to him or he’d know right off the bat which was hers on judging day, and that wouldn’t be fair to the other girls. She’d have to figure something out.

She and the other brides finished up their visit, and as she walked home, her brain was churning. Ideas … ideas … Hmm. Maybe. She stopped in at the mercantile and waited a moment until Mrs. Dandy was free.

“I wonder something, Mrs. Dandy,” she said, glancing around to make sure she wasn’t being overheard. “I’m reasonably good at making pie, but I want to practice a few times before Saturday. I

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