Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer by Katie Alender

Author:Katie Alender
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Back in the room, Hannah was in a rage because Armand hadn’t returned her calls or texts. Trying to avoid attracting her attention, I changed out of my rained-on clothes and borrowed Peely’s laptop to see if I could find anything online about the Order of the Key. But every lead took me to a dead end. There were offhand mentions of the various families, usually in the context of accompanying the king on a diplomatic trip or being present at the signing of a treaty or whatever, but nothing that linked them together … and nothing at all that linked them to the queen.

At dinnertime, Hannah declared that she was going to order room service and watch the DVDs she’d brought from home. Pilar ordered from room service, too, but I said I’d go down to the café and grab some food.

“It’s all the same food,” Hannah said scornfully.

It’s not the same at all, I thought. It’s free.

I endured her eye rolls and made it to the café just as the waiters were making their rounds.

“Colette, over here.” Audrey waved to me from the small table where she and Brynn were sitting. I wove through the tables and stood behind one of the chairs.

“Are you alone?” Brynn asked. “Sit with us.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But I’m not eating here…. I’m going to get my food to go.”

I ignored their quizzical expressions but pulled a chair out and sat down.

“I love that dress,” Brynn said. “Is it vintage?”

I nodded. I was wearing a simple black-and-white rayon dress, loosely cut, with buttons down the front, and over it, a short, structured black jacket. I’d found both of them at the thrift store. What Brynn (or Hannah or Pilar) didn’t know is that my so-called vintage clothes weren’t designer vintage. Most of them had labels from brands my friends would never be caught dead in.

“It must be so fun to shop with you,” Brynn said. “Like a treasure hunt.”

“I hate shopping,” Audrey said. “I just wear whatever my grandmother buys me … except the dresses. I have like fifteen dresses in my closet gathering dust.”

“I walk into the Gap, find a mannequin I like, and buy everything the mannequin is wearing,” Brynn said. “Baa, baa.”

“If I could figure out how to dress like Colette, I would try harder,” Audrey said. “But what’s the point? And I don’t want to end up looking like I obeyed the corporate mall overlords. No offense, Brynn.”

Brynn laughed. “I welcome the guidance of our evil corporate overlords.”

“It’s not that complicated,” I said. “You just follow your instincts.”

Audrey sighed. “Easy for you to say. My fashion instincts are defective. I don’t know the first thing about what color goes with what pattern, or whatever.”

“I could help you sometime,” I said, without meaning to.

“Really?” Audrey was looking at me like I’d offered her a pony. “That would be really cool. It would make my mom’s entire year.”

I shrugged, but inside I was already wondering (a) what I’d just done, and (b) how to get out of it.

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