7 Wedded Blintz
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Contents
Dedication
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Epilogue
A Note From The Author
About The Author
This book is dedicated to my fans. Without their support, it would never have been written.
This is a work of fiction.
None of it is real. All names, places, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real names, places, or events are purely coincidental, and should not be construed as being real.
Wedded Blintz
Copyright © 2013
Leighann Dobbs
http://www.leighanndobbs.com
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner, except as allowable under “fair use,” without the express written permission of the author.
Cover art by: http://www.coverkicks.com
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Chapter One
Lexy Baker smoothed the material of her silk wedding gown over her slim hips and smiled at her reflection in the three-sided mirror. Her shoulder length brown hair piled on top of her head accentuated her high cheekbones and highlighted her green eyes. She’d tried several different hairdos and finally decided this was the style she wanted for her wedding.
She turned first left and then right to check out the fit from every angle. Squinting at the mirror, she wondered if the gown was too small on top. She grabbed it from the top and hefted it upwards to cover her breasts a little better.
Was the gown too revealing?
She certainly hoped not. Her wedding to hunky police detective Jack Perillo was less than a week away and she didn’t have time to get fitted for a new one. Besides, this was her dream gown, exactly what she’d pictured since she was a little girl. She’d had it specially made and it fit her like a glove, giving her a sophisticated air with just enough sparkle.
The rhinestones on the top of her gown reflected dazzling light like they were plugged in with miniature light-bulbs inside. Her brow creased slightly as she looked down—she didn’t remember the gown being quite so sparkly before.
Glancing up, she realized that the brilliance of the stones were magnified by the opulent chandelier dangling from the twenty-foot ceiling in the bridal showroom at Chez Philippe—home of world renowned gown designer Philippe Montague.
In the mirror, she could see her grandmother Mona Baker, or Nans as Lexy called her, seated on the white tufted sofa right behind her. Beside Nans, Lexy’s best friend, Cassie, smiled and gave her a thumbs-up as she munched on a chocolate chip cookie from Lexy’s bakery, The Cup and Cake.
“Do you guys like it?” Lexy asked them over her shoulder.
“It’s gorgeous dear,” Nans said, nibbling noisily on a pistachio biscotti.
Lexy looked down at her chest. “You don’t think it shows too much up top, do you?”
“Nah.” Cassie shook her head, the red tips of her blonde spiked hairdo moving back and forth like the crest of a bird. “Not any more than any of the other gowns here.” She gestured to indicate the large room filled with brides and gowns.
Lexy’s gaze drifted to the showroom behind her with its theme of sparkle on white. White rugs, white overstuffed couches, white walls, white wedding gowns loaded with satin and lace hanging on racks around the room and thrown over chairs. The room was aglow with crystal accents, the lights reflecting in the dozens of mirrors, each with a bride in front of them doing exactly what Lexy was doing.
Her heart jolted when she saw a familiar pair of eyes looking at her from a mirror on the other side of the room. Dark, cold, beady eyes.
It couldn’t be.
Lexy and the other bride spun around at the same time. They stood on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other. Lexy sucked in a breath, her good mood plummeting as her eyes verified the other bride was exactly who she’d thought—Veronica Maynard—her nemesis from high school.
Veronica hated Lexy back then. Lexy had no idea why. Sure, Lexy was prettier, got better grades and the boys seemed to like her better. But that was no reason to hate a girl, was it?
Veronica had delighted in taunting her, stealing her lunches, her boyfriends and playing tricks on her. Like pouring honey on her locker handle and cutting the seam of her gym shorts. Judging by the way Veronica was stomping across the room, her feelings toward Lexy hadn’t changed.
“You!” Veronica screwed up her face and jabbed her index finger at Lexy.
“Hello, Veronica.” Lexy eyed Veronica’s poufed-up hairdo which was corralled in place with a glittering tiara. Not much different from her high school hairdo … except for the tiara.
Lexy heard Cassie suck in a breath from her seat on the sofa. Cassie and Lexy had been best friends in high school and shared the same dislike for Veronica.
“How dare you wear the same dress as mine!” Veronica wavered her finger around Lexy’s body.
Lexy looked down at her gown, then over at Veronica’s. They were similar. Very similar. Almost identical, she realized with a start.
“Take it off,” Veronica demanded.
Nans shot up from her place on the couch. “Now, see here, Bridezilla.” Drawing herself to her full five-foot-two height, she marched over to Veronica and stabbed her finger in the other girl’s face. “You can’t bully my granddaughter like that. Back off or you’ll have me to answer to.”
Veronica shot Nans a sideways glare as she stomped closer. Lexy squared her hips, her hands curling into fists at her sides.
“Listen Maynard,” Lexy said. “You might have been able to intimidate me in high school, but we’re all grown up now. I’m keeping the dress.”
Cassie threw down her cookie and stood beside Nans, shooting angry looks at Veronica.
“I had mine custom made,” Veronica said.
“So did I.” Lexy wondered if Veronica had somehow seen her dress design and copied it. It would be just like Veronica to try to copy Lexy—she’d often shown up at school with almost the exact same outfit days after Lexy had worn hers.
“My gown is supposed t
o be one of a kind.” Veronica narrowed her eyes at Lexy.
“Wait … someone is actually marrying you?” Cassie tilted her head at Veronica, her eyebrows raised.
Veronica threw her head back and the tiara threatened to tear her hair loose. “Yes and we’re getting married in Paris.”
“If you’re getting married in Paris, what do you care if your gown looks like Lexy’s? She’s getting married here,” Nans said.
“It’s the principle. I paid for a custom design.” Veronica slid her eyes over to Lexy. “And I look much better in it than she does.”
Lexy’s face flushed with anger and she opened her mouth to give Veronica a piece of her mind when a movement behind the other bride caught her eye. She peered around Veronica and her stomach tightened when she recognized another of her high school enemies—Ramona Kazlowski.
Back in high school, Ramona had followed Veronica like a baby duck. They did the same things, taunted the same classmates, wore similar clothes and even had the same hairstyle. Lexy was surprised to discover that now, more than fifteen years later, they still wore their black hair in an identical poufy style. She found herself wondering if they’d worn similar outfits to the fitting.
Ramona looked Lexy over.
“Yeah, you do look better, Ronnie. And what’s with your boobs, Baker? They’re practically falling out. Did you get a boob job?” Ramona thrust her chin at Lexy who looked down at her bust again.
Maybe it was too tight?
Lexy glanced over at Veronica’s boobs, which seemed to be better proportioned to the confines of her gown.
“No. I didn’t get a boob job,” Lexy said. “Veronica’s are just too small.”
Cassie and Nans put their hands to their mouths to stifle twin giggles.
“What?” Veronica’s face went red, she raised her voice. “Take that back!”
“I won’t. It’s true.” Lexy raised her voice to the same level. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the rest of the brides had stopped their fittings and were turning to stare at them.
“Listen, you bitch, I’m not letting you ruin my special day by copying my gown. Give it to me.” Veronica held out her hand as if she expected Lexy to just take off the gown and hand it over.
“What? No way. You copied me!” Lexy stood her ground.
Next to them, Nans, Cassie and Ramona’s heads swiveled back and forth between the two arguing women.
“I said. Take it off.” Veronica pushed Lexy’s shoulder.
“Don’t push me.” Lexy pushed Veronica back, but much harder. Veronica stumbled backwards half a step and then regained her footing, rushing toward Lexy and pushing her with both hands this time.
Lexy’s eyes went wide and she reached out to grab at Veronica. Both girls lost their footing and they ended up in a tangle of satin, lace and netting on the floor.
“Get off me!” Veronica scratched Lexy’s arm.
“Ouch. That hurt!” Lexy pulled Veronica’s hair and the left side tumbled out of its configuration.
Veronica let out a yowl and ripped the side of Lexy’s gown.
“Hey, you ripped my dress!” Lexy yanked on the bodice of Veronica’s gown, tearing it at the seam.
Lexy and Veronica tumbled around on the floor, each yelling expletives while trying to get in a punch. Out of the corner of her eye, Lexy could see Cassie and Ramona getting ready to jump in. Even Nans was starting to roll up her sleeves. The other brides were staring at them wide-eyed. Behind them, Philippe Montague ran in their direction waving his arms frantically.
“Ladies, Ladies. Please!” He bent down, trying to separate them. “I beg of you.”
Lexy stopped fighting. She flushed with embarrassment—rolling around on the floor in a catfight wasn’t anything grown women should be doing. Veronica must have realized how ridiculous they looked too and she rolled away from Lexy. The two women struggled to get to their feet, encumbered by their voluminous gowns.
Philippe stepped in between them, his forehead creasing as he looked them up and down. His face fell. “You have ruined my beautiful gowns.”
Lexy looked down at her gown. Her stomach sank when she saw a big rip on the side and another down the front. Would they be able to repair it in time for her wedding?
“Hey, buddy. We have almost the same exact dress. What’s up with that? I paid for a custom dress.” Veronica held her gown to her chest to keep it from falling off as she turned her venomous stare on Philippe.
“What?” Philippe frowned as he looked from one gown to the other. “They are rather similar. You ladies must have given us similar instructions. And now they both need major repairs. You must take them off so Millie can work on them right away.”
Veronica backed away, still holding her dress up.
“No way, pal. If you think I’m going to stand around and let you fix her dress so she can have the same gown as me, you’ve got another think coming!”
“But Madam—” Philippe sputtered then stopped as Veronica held up her hand cutting him off. She turned to glare at Lexy.
“You better start looking for another dress, Baker,” she said holding her dress up with one hand and jabbing her finger at Lexy with the other. “Because I’m going to make sure you don’t wear that one … if it’s the last thing I do!”
Chapter Two
Lexy’s stomach sank as she stared at the wedding dress that lay folded on her couch. Angry over what had happened at the dress shop, she’d refused Philippe's pleas for her to leave it for him to repair and insisted on taking it home.
But now she had no idea how she was going to get it fixed. The ceremony was in less than a week. She’d worked so hard for everything to be perfect … and now her dream dress was ruined.
She leaned over, lifted the lid on the box of goodies and peered in. Two éclairs, five snickerdoodles and two cupcakes. The sound of the bakery box lid attracted the attention of her dog, Sprinkles, and within seconds, the white Shih-Tzu mix was on the couch beside her, staring up at her expectantly.
“Hey, Sprinkles.” She stroked the dog's white fur. “An éclair seems like it would really hit the spot right now, don’t you think?”
Sprinkles beat her tail against the back of the couch in agreement as Lexy picked out the confection. She broke off a teensy piece of pastry and fed it to the dog before biting into it herself. Giving her dress a sideways glance she hoped she’d still fit in it as her taste buds enjoyed the explosion of sweet, silky custard.
One little éclair wouldn’t make the dress too tight, would it?
The shrill ring of the phone caught her attention. She rummaged in her purse, frowning at the display. Chez Philippe. Sinking back into the couch with a sigh, she pushed the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Miss Lexy? It’s Philippe Montague.”
“Yes, Philippe. What can I do for you?”
“Please, I must beg you to bring the dress in so we can repair it. I feel terrible about what happened with you and Miss Veronica. I wish you would give me a chance to make it better.”
Lexy fingered the tear on the dress. She was reluctant to go back to Chez Philippe, but she’d been unable to find anyone else who could repair it on short notice and her wedding budget was stretched so thin already she didn’t know if she could even afford to pay anyone to do it.
Sensing her hesitation, Philippe said, “Miss Veronica has already agreed to meet here tonight.”
Lexy’s anger started to simmer at the mention of the other bride.
“Well, I have no intention of going anywhere near any place where she is,” she said stiffly into the phone.
“No, no, Miss Lexy. I will meet with her separately. I will not subject you to her … how do you say … intimidations?” Lexy melted a little at Philippe’s voice, which sounded full of apologies. His next words clinched it. “And, of course, the repairs will be free of charge.”
“Free? Really? Great. What time do you want to meet?”
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A niggle of doubt pulled at Lexy’s stomach as she eyed the darkened interior of Chez Philippe through the glass door. Her appointment was at seven and, according to her phone, it was six fifty-eight.
A few minutes early, but shouldn’t Philippe be here?
Then she remembered the main shop only stayed open until five—Philippe was probably in the back room and had left the lights off out front to discourage shoppers. She got out of her car with a shrug, grabbed her wedding dress from the back seat and clip-clopped up to the door in her tan suede Jimmy Choo’s.
Opening the door, Lexy felt a shiver of premonition … or maybe it was the air conditioning that seemed to be blasting on high. She hesitated in the doorway for a second, expecting Philippe to have heard the bell over the door and come out of the back to greet her.
A few seconds of silence ticked by before she proceeded further into the shop.
“Hello? Philippe?” She ventured.
Silence.
“Is anyone here?”
No one answered.
Maybe he is sewing in the back and can’t hear me over the machines?
Lexy made her way across the salesroom floor toward the back of the shop. The mannequins, showing off the latest bridal gowns, which seemed fashionably welcoming in the light of day, suddenly leered at her with sinister intent.
Clutching her dress tighter to her chest, she picked up the pace.
“Mr. Montague … it’s Lexy Baker,” she announced as she rounded the corner, then stopped short.
That’s odd. The lights are off back here, too.
A familiar coppery metallic smell tickled Lexy’s nose and the doubt that had pawed at her stomach earlier spread as she fumbled for the light switch. The lights came on and Lexy craned her neck to see around the sewing table, dreading what she might find.
Her heart jerked when she saw the bodies lying side by side on the floor. She threw her dress down on the table and ran over. She skidded in something wet and her stomach churned with the nauseating realization that it was a pool of spreading blood.