I didn’t want to sound whiny, but Scottsdale was a good hour from my house, not to mention I had no idea where the pastry company was located. Before I could reply, it was as if my aunt could read my mind.
“Julien and his assistants will be at the Renaissance Hotel in Glendale on Thursday for some sort of evening exhibition. That’s only a half hour from your house. You can meet him there. I’ll call him immediately to let him know. You will do it? Won’t you Phee?”
I wavered for a second but finally caved.
“Yes, I’ll do it. What about the wedding cake? Is Julien making that too?”
“Louis and I decided not to do a wedding cake. Too mundane. That’s why the desserts have to be spectacular. And one more thing, Phee.”
“Whatever you do, don’t tell your mother or the pièce de résistance for my wedding will resemble the potluck dessert table at one of her card games.”
She thanked me at least three times before hanging up. I had suddenly lost my appetite for chicken salad and opted instead for popcorn and an O’Doul’s. I spent the rest of the evening googling wedding desserts and chastising myself for answering the stupid phone.
She’s handling a bridezilla—and hunting a killer . . .
Moving from Minnesota to Arizona was a big change for Sophie “Phee” Kimball. She’s much closer to her mother’s retirement community now—which can drive her a little crazy, but at least her mom, Harriet, has her book club and her chiweenie dog, Streetman, to keep her company. And now there’s even more activity, with Aunt Ina’s upcoming wedding. The seventy-four-year-old bride has roped Phee into working on the tent, the pastries, and even her headpiece in preparation for the ceremony. But it’s Harriet who really gets demanding when a dead body turns up yards from her front door.
Aunt Ina’s fiancé is acquainted with the victim—a local millionaire restaurateur murdered at the golf course. Working for a private investigator, Phee is drawn into the case—not just professionally but personally, since Harriet is in a panic about her safety. With a killer on the loose, Phee vows to figure out the plot—that is, if her side job as a wedding planner doesn’t kill her first . . .
“Sophie ‘Phee’ Kimball has a lot on her plate in this captivating whodunit, but this feisty, take-charge heroine is definitely up for the challenge. Fun characters, a touch of humor, and a great mystery, the perfect combination for a cozy.”
—Lena Gregory, author of the Bay Island Psychic Mysteries