Wedding Bells and Whimsies in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 35) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Ian was staring down at his soup bowl with a look between consternation and confusion.

“It’s clear. It looks like water, but it sure doesn’t taste like it.”

“It’s consommé,” Nanna told him. “It’s supposed to be clear.”

“But it looks like water,” Ian reiterated. “If they made it thicker with some proper bits in it and some noodles, people would think it’s way better. This just looks like a dog’s bowl of water.”

“It does not look like a dog’s bowl,” Sally said sternly. Then, a smile broke across her face. “It looks like our little Snowy’s bowl!”

Snowflake was Ian and Sally’s little white cat, which he kept against all regulations in his apartment. The cat was treated like a princess, so perhaps its water bowl did look as fancy as the consommé we were having between a pair of other appetizers.

“How many courses are there going to be?” Mom asked.

“Nine, excluding the palate cleansers,” Stone told her. Of course he had memorized the complete menu, as well as a floorpan of the resort and the schedule for every event that day. Stone always liked to be prepared, and that included every detail down to the menu items. “Nine over the course of one hundred and fifty minutes if they stick to the schedule. We’re going to get longer on the main meat and fish dishes.”

Nanna put her soup spoon down with a clatter, bowl empty. “With food this good, I wonder if nine courses will be enough?”

“Don’t worry, Nanna. Emily and Jack have extra desserts lined up to be served through the night, and there should be plenty of cake too.” Assuming Lily had managed to produce some edible desserts that hadn’t been ruined before Charlotte’s demise, that was.

“That’s good to know. I was sure they wouldn’t let us go hungry.”

“Of course not,” I said. “They even had snacks for when people arrived this morning. There aren’t many weddings where you get food both before and after the ceremony.”

“It was non-traditional,” Gretchen said, with a not displeased nod.

“Yep,” I agreed. “But the very best kind of non-traditional.”

Gretchen took it as a personal compliment and beamed at me. Then someone caught her eye, standing on the edge of the venue in the shadows. “That poor young man. He looks lost again.” Gretchen half stood, leaning on the table with one hand, and waved with the other. “Sam! Sam!”

It was the other one of Charlotte’s men, the one that Gretchen had taken under her wing earlier. He came over to us tentatively.

“You must sit and join us!” Gretchen said. “Find yourself a chair. I’ll get the waiters to bring you some food.”

Sam was already shaking his head, floppy hair swinging with every motion. “I’m not part of the wedding, I can’t.”

“And I said you must. Charlotte hasn’t given you anything to do, has she?”

He shook his head again. “No,” he said quietly.

“Then I say you’re having dinner with us. They can’t bring a poor young man like yourself all the way out here, promise him work, and then abandon him.

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