Vows & Victims: A Presley Thurman Cozy Mystery Book 8 by L.C. Turner

Author:L.C. Turner [Turner, L.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

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"Wake up, sleepy head.” I heard Katy’s voice and felt the mattress move as she sat down on the bed next to me. Bella, not the most alert in the mornings, gave a few wags and then put her head back down with a grumble.

“I have coffee,” she singsonged, and the smell of the coffee compelled me to open my eyes.

“Thank you.” I sat up and took the cup from her, inhaling the aroma. “What are you doing here so early?” I asked, looking at the clock that read seven.

“Well, after you ditched me last night, I went to bed early and woke up at five. I came over here at six-thirty knowing your mom would be up, and we enjoyed a cup of coffee together and chatted until we decided it was time for you to get up, too.”

“How nice of you.” I had bailed on Katy last night, claiming to have a bad headache and that I wanted to go to sleep. I just couldn’t face her, knowing what I knew about Chris, and this morning it wasn’t any easier, especially seeing how happy she looked.

“I thought so. Anyway, we need to make up for lost time. I brought the centerpiece parts—and my mom—over here, and you are going to get dressed and come downstairs and we are going to finish these centerpieces!”

Inwardly, I groaned. It was too early for centerpieces and motherly togetherness and hiding something potentially devastating from my best friend.

“So get up,” Katy said, standing and walking to the door. “I expect you downstairs in five minutes.”

I heard her footsteps moving down the stairs and I reached for my phone. Balancing my coffee on my knee, I sent Tobey a text asking if he had talked to Chris.

He texted right back that he had texted Chris asking him to call him but Chris had never responded to him last night.

Hmm. That was interesting, I thought, getting out of bed and putting on some black leggings and a long T-shirt.

“Well, Bella. I don’t think we’re going to get out of this so we might as well get downstairs.”

Bella and I made our way downstairs, where Katy and our mothers were already sitting at the dining room table, setting up an assembly line of sorts. After I took Bella outside, I came back in and took my spot at the table.

“Doesn’t this look like fun?” I said in total sarcasm.

Katy laughed. “I know it’s not one of the more glamorous parts of the wedding, but we can’t have everything, now, can we?”

I poured more coffee, sat down at my place in the production line, and asked what I was supposed to do. “You realize that I’m the least crafty person here.”

“Presley, you just need to follow the steps we gave you and it will be fine,” Katy said.

“Isn’t there something easier I could do? Like putting rice in bags or something?”

“We don’t use rice. It makes birds explode. We use bird seed.”

“Oh,” I said, having no clue that was the case.

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