“How about Bailey’s father’s people?” Skye knew Rose was a widow, but couldn’t remember the details.
“He wasn’t from around here, and Rose lost touch with them after he died.”
“Oh.” Skye paused, then shook her head. “Anyway, I just don’t have the money.”
“That’s the best part. Bailey’s fiancé is filthy rich—it’s a shame he couldn’t come with her so the family could meet him—and he’s paying for everything. They’ve even hired a wedding planner from California who’s going to be in Scumble River for the entire month before the wedding.”
“Impressive.” Skye understood her mother’s awe. May had never had a lot of money, so being able to spend it on frivolous nonessentials seemed like a fairy tale to her. “But I’m sorry. The answer’s still no.”
“I wish you’d reconsider, Skye,” an elderly, quavering voice said from the bed.
Skye whirled in that direction. She and May had been so intent in their conversation, she hadn’t realized anyone else was in the room.
Cora Denison, Skye’s grandmother, swung her legs over the side of the mattress and struggled to get up. At eighty-five, she had buried a husband, two stillborn babies, and a grandson. Up until Halloween, she’d made a batch of her famous Parker House rolls nearly every Sunday, but she hadn’t been feeling well for the past few weeks.
Skye rushed to her side and helped Cora to her feet, then handed her the cane that had been leaning against the wall. Skye felt her heart sink. Having lost both her grandfathers and her grandma Leofanti, she wasn’t ready for her last remaining grandparent to die, but it was clear that Cora was failing.
Once she was steady, Cora said, “I’d really like you to be in Bailey’s wedding.”
Skye opened her mouth to explain why she couldn’t, but a movement near the door drew her attention. Standing on the threshold was Skye’s father, Jed, his faded brown eyes pleading with Skye to agree with her grandmother’s request.
What could she do? Skye knew a lot of people thought she needed to grow a spine where her family was concerned, but there was no way she could disappoint her grandmother or her father, neither of whom often asked her for anything.
Smiling, she said, “If you want me to, Grandma, I’d be happy to be Bailey’s maid of honor.”
As she gave Cora a hug, Skye mentally shrugged. How bad could it be? All she’d have to do was buy a few gifts, throw a bridal shower, and attend the rehearsal dinner, the ceremony, and the reception. The wedding planner would do the rest.
Suddenly a shiver ran down Skye’s spine. All the murders that had taken place in Scumble River during the past few years flashed through her mind. Most of them seemed to occur when some big event in town brought in a lot of outsiders. She sure hoped this wedding didn’t prove to be equally deadly.
Other Scumble River Mysteries
Murder of a Chocolate-Covered Cherry
Murder of a Botoxed Blonde
Murder of a Real Bad Boy
Murder of a Smart Cookie
Murder of a Pink Elephant
Murder of a Barbie and Ken
Murder of a Snake in the Grass
Murder of a Sleeping Beauty
Murder of a Sweet Old Lady
Murder of a Small-Town Honey
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