{"product_id":"southern-sewing-circle-mysteryisbn-9780425257869","title":"Southern Sewing Circle Mystery","description":"\u003cb\u003e“The Southern Sewing Circle will win your heart.”—Monica Ferris, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003eBestselling Author\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLibrarian Tori Sinclair is tying the knot—as long as a murder doesn’t unravel her plans…\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTori is ecstatic to become Mrs. Milo Wentworth in a few days, but she has a lot to do before she sashays down the aisle. Favors need to be sewn, vows need to be written—and a mystifying murder needs to be solved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Beatrice, a fellow member of the Sweet Briar Ladies Society Sewing Circle, learns that her former nanny took a fatal fall in her new employers’ home, she suspects the death was not an accident. Now Tori’s spending her last days as a single woman untangling rumors and stitching together motives to find a killer. But can she nab a murderer and make it to the church on time?\u003cb\u003ePraise for Elizabeth Lynn Casey and the Southern Sewing Circle mysteries\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Filled with fun, folksy characters and southern charm.”—Maggie Sefton, national bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eYarn Over Murder\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sweet and charming…The bewitching women of the Southern Sewing Circle will win your heart.”—Monica Ferris, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Drowning Spool\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Elizabeth Lynn Casey has created wonderful, caring characters and placed them in a beautiful place.”—\u003ci\u003eEscape with Dollycas\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A] wonderfully crafted series.”—\u003ci\u003eDru’s Book Musings\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Visiting with the charmingly eccentric folks of Sweet Briar is like taking a trip back home.”—\u003ci\u003eFresh Fiction\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An excellent read for crafters and mystery lovers alike. Elizabeth Casey has a knack for threading together great story lines, likable characters, and surprises in every page.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Romance Readers Connection \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eElizabeth Lynn Casey \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of the bestselling Southern Sewing Circle Mysteries, including \u003ci\u003eTaken In\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eRemnants of Murder\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eLet It Sew\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAcknowledgments\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne by one, Tori Sinclair watched each of her friends emerge from the bank of dressing rooms in a burst of autumn color, their chosen hues and styles stealing her breath as they stepped onto the semicircular platform and turned in her direction.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You look absolutely”—she stopped, swallowed, and started again, her voice choked with emotion—“\u003ci\u003estunning\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLeona Elkin’s flawlessly manicured hand fluttered to her chest just before she spun around to face the trifold mirror on the opposite side of the platform. “As we all know, there’s not a single color out there I \u003ci\u003ecan’t\u003c\/i\u003e showcase, but that said, I have to agree with you, dear, Smoldering Blaze may well be one of my best.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Said no one ever,” Rose Winters groused from her spot in the center of the group. Sweeping a trembling hand to her left, the eighty-something matriarch of the Sweet Briar Ladies Society Sewing Circle met and held Tori’s gaze. “If you want me to take mine and Dixie’s in at the waist so they’re a bit more fitted like everyone else’s, I can do that, Victoria.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No. No. They’re perfect. \u003ci\u003eYou’re\u003c\/i\u003e perfect. \u003ci\u003eEveryone\u003c\/i\u003e is perfect. I couldn’t be more pleased than I am.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Mine wasn’t supposed to be fitted neither, but the start of a new school year always means more cookie-eatin’ for my grandbabies and me.” Leona’s fraternal twin, Margaret Louise Davis, peeked down at her even plumper than normal Warm Cinnamon–hued self, shrugging as she did. “Don’t really matter none, I s’pose, on account of it bein’ your weddin’ ’n all. Anyone with a workin’ lightbulb in their noggin won’t be lookin’ at anyone ’cept you, Victoria.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSlowly, Leona turned back, her lashes half-mast across her hazel eyes. “That may be true of Milo, but he won’t be the only man there . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, put a sock in it, will you, Leona?” Rose stamped her thick-soled dress flats on the carpeted riser and scowled. “When Victoria said \u003ci\u003estunning\u003c\/i\u003e, she was talking to all of us, not just you. And last I checked, there weren’t any dimwitted male thirty-year-olds on the guest list for you to play temporary sugar momma to, so all eyes \u003ci\u003ewill\u003c\/i\u003e be on Victoria . . . as they should be.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLips twitched up and down the line as Leona’s mouth gaped, then closed, then gaped again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTori began a mental count to ten, reaching seven before Leona’s retort finally came.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There is nothing \u003ci\u003estunning\u003c\/i\u003e about an Old Goat in a Harvest Wheat”—Leona took in Rose from head to toe—“\u003ci\u003ehousecoat\u003c\/i\u003e shuffling her way down the aisle at a speed akin to dripping molasses.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen, before anyone could react, Leona snapped her finger in the direction of the cameraman positioned just over Tori’s left shoulder. “You’re getting a good, long, close-up angle of this one for the show, right, Skip?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThis one?\u003c\/i\u003e” Georgina Hayes, clad in Dusky Sunset, echoed from her place at the opposite end of the line. “Do you mean \u003ci\u003eRose\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe faintest hint of a smile appeared on Leona’s seemingly ageless face in conjunction with the answering nod she sought from her cameraman. “Skip knows what I mean, don’t you, gorgeous?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe handsome twenty-year-old added a wink to his second nod and then ducked behind the Cable TV camera perched atop his shoulder.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNina Morgan, Tori’s friend and fellow employee, blinked once, twice. “I—I . . . I’m not sure what to say right now.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I can think of a few things,” Rose muttered as she took Debbie Calhoun’s ready hand and stepped down off the platform, stopping briefly to address Tori directly. “If you want to go with eight bridesmaids instead of nine, I understand.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eReaching out, Tori took hold of Rose’s hand and squeezed it gently. “It would be unfair of me to remove Leona from the bridal party after she’s already paid for the dress.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA flash of amusement, magnified by Rose’s bifocals, temporarily eased the hurt Tori hated to see on anyone, let alone one of her dearest friends. “I wasn’t talking about Leona, Victoria.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I was,” she whispered back. “Now come on, Rose, you know how Leona is. Shake it off, okay? You earned my distinction of \u003ci\u003estunning\u003c\/i\u003e just as much as everyone else.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Maybe in my earlier days, when I wasn’t wincing with every move I made.” Rose closed her eyes for a moment, only to open them as she turned toward her dressing room. “I’ll take this off now and hang it up.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen the elderly woman was out of earshot, Dixie Dunn waddled across the platform in Muted Pumpkin to stand in front of Leona, hands on hips. “Must you always be so \u003ci\u003enasty\u003c\/i\u003e? So—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eHateful?\u003c\/i\u003e” Georgina added. Then, holding her hand upward, Sweet Briar’s long-standing mayor began ticking off more options. “\u003ci\u003eMean?\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eThoroughly unlikable?\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eDespicable?\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLeona sliced her hand horizontally in front of her neck to indicate Skip should stop filming and put away his equipment. Once she was sure he was otherwise occupied, she turned angry eyes in the mayor’s direction. “\u003ci\u003eI’m\u003c\/i\u003e hateful, Georgina? \u003ci\u003eI’m\u003c\/i\u003e mean?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs heads began to nod across the platform, Leona took several long moments to include each and every member of the assembled bridal party in her death glare. “What about \u003ci\u003eRose\u003c\/i\u003e? Did you \u003ci\u003ehear\u003c\/i\u003e the disparaging things she said to me just now? The way she implied men are only interested in me for my \u003ci\u003emoney\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGeorgina laughed. “And your point?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAgain, Leona’s mouth gaped.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAgain, Tori began to count, this time making it to nine before being cut off by Beatrice Tharrington.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Did I tell all of you my ace news?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll eyes turned toward the soft-spoken, twenty-two-year-old British nanny, dressed in Quiet Barley, and waited.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice took a deep breath and then let it out, her greenish-colored eyes round with a kind of wonder and excitement that was rare for the otherwise shy girl. “My governess is coming, here—to Sweet Briar! To work for Jim and Julie Brady. I made the suggestion after they fired that rather cheeky Cynthia Marland and had no one to look after their three children. I suggested Miss Gracie as the perfect replacement and she’s actually coming! In fact, she’s due to arrive first thing in the morning. Isn’t that luvvly-jubbly?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMargaret Louise’s eyebrows rose upward. “Luvvly-jubbly?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice’s pale skin reddened just before her gaze dropped to her feet. “It means . . . lovely,” Beatrice whispered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I think it’s a wonderful expression,” Melissa Davis said from her spot on the edge of the platform. Then, turning to her mother-in-law, she added, “Sounds like something \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e might say, Margaret Louise.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Well, then, I reckon I might be addin’ it to my repertoire after today.” Margaret Louise winked at Beatrice. “Assumin’ you don’t mind sharin’ it with a loudmouth like me, of course.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDebbie stepped forward in a burst of Soft Russet and touched a gentle hand to the young girl’s back. “When you said \u003ci\u003egoverness\u003c\/i\u003e just now, did that mean this woman took care of \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e as a child, Beatrice?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh yes! Miss Gracie made my childhood \u003ci\u003emagical\u003c\/i\u003e,” Beatrice replied. “And now, because she’ll be with the Bradys, I’ll see her at the park and school events just about every day. It will be divine!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Certainly helps explain why you’ve been grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet tater ever since you walked through those doors.” Margaret Louise pointed toward the bridal shop’s front door. “I reckon it’ll be like havin’ your momma here, won’t it?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice didn’t need to utter a word. Her face-splitting smile said it all.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Would you like to bring her to the wedding as your guest? It might be a great way for her to meet people,” Tori offered. “In fact, at last check, every single teacher at Sweet Briar Elementary School will be at the reception, along with most, if not all, of the office staff. Miss Gracie can meet the children’s teachers and principal, and they can get to know her a bit, as well.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I shall ask her as soon as I see her.” Beatrice ran her hand down the front of her satiny dress and then rose up on the balls of her one-inch silver heels for a little twirl. “I feel like royalty in this dress, Victoria. Thank you so much for including me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a moment, she was afraid Leona was going to widen her battlefield to include Beatrice, but whatever smart-aleck thought lifted the woman’s eyebrow halfway to her hairline remained unspoken, setting off a domino of relieved sighs around the room in the process.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTori wished she could attribute Leona’s sudden self-restraint to some sort of spiritual awakening but she had a sneaking suspicion it was more likely due to the click of Rose’s dressing room door and the chance to get one last jab in where her true nemesis was concerned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLeona, of course, didn’t disappoint. Lifting her body-hugging dress halfway up her calves to reveal her own four-inch version of the agreed-upon silver-colored shoe, the woman \u003ci\u003etsk\u003c\/i\u003eed audibly beneath her breath. “I’m so glad I don’t have to wear flats with a satin gown. It’s just so—so \u003ci\u003enursing home\u003c\/i\u003e, don’t you think?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hush, Twin!” Margaret Louise scolded amid a chorus of gasps from the rest of the bridal party.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What?” Leona batted her false lashes with feigned innocence. “Did I say something wrong?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You opened your mouth, didn’t you?” Rose hissed as she shuffled across the room to Tori with her bridesmaid dress draped across her arthritic arm. When she reached her destination, the matriarch lowered her voice so only Tori could hear. “I tried to carry the shoe box out here, too, but I’m afraid I dropped it one too many times.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ll get your shoes and\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eyour dress to you tomorrow evening when I come to your house for \u003ci\u003emy\u003c\/i\u003e final fitting.” Tori liberated the dress from Rose’s arm and draped it, instead, across the back of her chair before turning to take her friend’s frail hands inside her own. “Thank you for coming today, Rose. You looked lovely.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I wouldn’t miss your special day for anything in the world, Victoria.” Tugging her left hand free, Rose cupped the side of Tori’s face. “Milo Wentworth is a lucky, lucky man.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And I am a lucky, lucky girl to be able to spend the rest of my life with a man like Milo \u003ci\u003eand \u003c\/i\u003ethe truest, most wonderfully loving friends a girl could ever hope for.” Tori captured Rose’s hand inside her own and held it against her skin more closely. “I love you, Rose.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA single tear escaped from beneath Rose’s bifocals. “I won’t let this thing with Leona threaten your day, Victoria. You have my word.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith the underside of her thumb, Tori wiped all residual wetness from the elderly woman’s cheek while doing her best to smile through the answering tears she, herself, refused to shed. “Thank you, Rose, that means a lot. But really, I can’t imagine \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e threatening my wedding day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSometimes, when she was staring up at the ceiling waiting for sleep to win out over her latest crazy day, Tori would imagine her fiancé’s face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis burnished brown hair, cut short on the sides . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis tall, lean frame that towered eight inches above her own five foot five . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis brown eyes with the little amber flecks that lit up the moment he saw her . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis dimples that melted her knees every time he smiled at her . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBy the time she completed her inventory, she would invariably be so content and so at peace, she’d drift off to sleep if for no other reason than to make another day with him come sooner.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I wish there was a way we could freeze this place so it never changes,” she said, tightening her hold on his hand. “It’s everything I always wanted for my life.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMilo glanced down as they continued walking, their destination still a mystery to Tori. “You mean Sweet Briar?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No. I mean the way it is right now—between us. It’s so good, you know?” She met the handsome third grade teacher’s curious gaze and responded with a happy shrug. “Since I got back from New York with the crew, things have been—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Don’t say it.” Milo’s laugh started deep inside his chest before receiving backup support from his lips and dimples. “You’ll jinx us.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe turned with him as they reached the corner and stopped outside the gated area to Sweet Briar’s newest park, the limited number of squeals from the recently completed maze of play forts catching her by surprise as much as the destination itself. “You’re an elementary school teacher! Are you sure you want to be here?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“With you? Absolutely. Unless you pick a fight with someone . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It doesn’t look like there’s anyone to fight with,” she quipped.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s because most of them are either still eating dinner or getting ready for an early bedtime, I imagine.” Milo lifted the latch and pushed open the metal gate, his opposing hand guiding her through its opening via the small of her back. “I’ve been wanting to push you on the new swings ever since they finished this place.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTori spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck, the happiness she felt at that moment overpowering. “This is what I’m talking about. This place where all we have to really think about is how we want to spend the next day together . . . and how the bridal party is going to look on our wedding day . . . and how, exactly, to best word the joy you bring me in my vows. It’s the way it should be \u003ci\u003eall \u003c\/i\u003ethe time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And we’ll do our best to make it so.” He kissed her gently and then disengaged her arms from his neck so he could take her hand once again and resume their trek across the playground to the swings. “So, tell me, how did the fitting go this morning? Did Leona’s TV crew manage to stay out of the way so you could do what you needed to do?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There was really only one camera guy and he was so unobtrusive I actually forgot he was there most of the time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And the different dress colors? Did they come together the way you wanted?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, Milo, they were gorgeous,” she answered. “It was as if I had the most brilliant autumn leaves standing in front of me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m glad. But you have to know it’s \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e I can’t wait to see.” Milo raked a hand through his hair, releasing a half moan–half grunt as he did. “I just want to stand next to you, in front of all of our family and friends, and finally start the rest of our lives together.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And two weeks from today, we’ll do just that.” She heard the breathless quality of her voice but could do little to stop it. Their wedding couldn’t come soon enough in her book. “I’m doing my final fitting at Rose’s tomorrow evening. After that, all that’s really left are a few final touches here and there.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Do you want me to pick up both rings at Brady’s?” he asked. “Because I can if that makes it easier.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh no, getting our rings is part of the fun.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey picked their way around a small grove of trees and a smattering of empty picnic benches to reach the clearing and the endless play equipment it hosted. “My mom said your folks are coming in from South Africa the night before the ceremony? Is that right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I think so. That’s where their last postcard was from anyway.” She felt the grass give way to a soft, rubbery material beneath her shoes as she closed in on the swings and the romantic image Milo had stoked inside her thoughts the moment he shared his intentions for their evening. “And Charles is coming in from New York earlier that same day. From what I’ve been able to gather, there’s quite the pull going on between Margaret Louise and Leona as to who will be hosting him while he’s here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I finally get to meet the infamous Charles . . .” He laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, yes you do. And boy, are you in for a treat.” She claimed the first of five swings and positioned her grip around the chain-link ropes tasked with supporting her as she glided through the air. Slowly, push by push, she pumped her legs, the cool autumn air refreshing against her cheeks. “Oooh, it’s been a long time since I’ve been on a swing like this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And?” he prodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s fun!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Good. Count on it becoming a regular occurrence, my soon-to-be wife.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I shall—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Victoria? Milo? Is that you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe stopped pumping her legs and looked to her side to find Beatrice and her charge, Luke, pointing and waving from halfway across the playground. Lifting the tips of her fingers ever so slightly, she did her best to return the wave while Milo grabbed hold of the chain and brought her to a full stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We didn’t mean for you to stop,” Beatrice said, her petite hand atop Luke’s shoulder. “We were just surprised to see you here, is all.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLuke hopped from foot to foot, his smile nearly reaching his ears. “I’ve never seen a big person on the swings before.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Even us big people like to play and have fun, don’t we, Milo?” At Milo’s agreement, Tori gestured in the direction from which Beatrice and Luke had just come. “So what were you two playing on?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We just got here, didn’t we, Miss Bea?” Without waiting for a response, Luke continued on, his excitement evident in every crack and crevice of his six-year-old being. “But we’re gonna play in the new fort.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMilo smiled down at the boy, nodding as he did. “That sounds like fun, Luke.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It is! Sometimes we pretend it’s a castle, but today, it’s gonna be a boat, isn’t it, Miss Bea?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice straightened, threw her shoulders back, and released her gentle hold on Luke’s back long enough to give the little boy a proper salute. “Aye, aye, Captain!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe youngster’s answering laugh disappeared in favor of a soft but strangled sound followed by a distinct “uh-oh.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice pulled her hand from Luke’s shoulder and moved it to the base of his chin, guiding his gaze until it met back up with hers. “Luke? What’s wrong? Is your tummy acting up again?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSlowly, the boy extended his right index finger to guide their collective attention from his face to that of a lone figure standing just inside the tree line, staring in their direction. “It’s her again, Miss Bea. And she’s got that mad face just like before.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTori looked from the woman she didn’t recognize, back to Beatrice and Luke, the change in the boy’s demeanor impossible to miss. “Who is that, Beatrice?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAn unfamiliar cloud passed across Beatrice’s face just before she repositioned her grip on Luke, pulling him closer. “Perhaps we should play captain-of-the-ship back at the house, Luke, what do you say?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a moment Tori was virtually certain the six-year-old was going to protest, but when he looked toward the far side of the park again, his nod of agreement came easily. “Okay, Miss Bea.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eReaching out, she grabbed hold of Beatrice’s arm. “Wait. I don’t understand. Why are you going back home to play when you just got here?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s simply too nice of an evening to have a row.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAgain, Tori looked toward the woman on the far side of Luke’s treasured fort before reengaging eye contact with her friend. “Beatrice, I’ve known you for almost two and a half years now, and I’ve never known you to fight with anyone.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And I shant with Cynthia, either. But I don’t have to utter a word to get her started.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Cynthia? Who is Cynthia?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Cynthia Marland. The Bradys’ former nanny.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And she’s unhappy with her firing.” Beatrice leaned close to Tori and Milo, dropping her voice to a whisper. “But she deserved to be fired. She was a horrible, \u003ci\u003ehorrible\u003c\/i\u003e nanny to those poor children. All she cared about was the shiny objects Mr. and Mrs. Brady gave her to use—the car, the fancy phone, and the like.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Reenie almost died!” Luke supplied.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice lifted a finger to her lips and shook her head. “Luke, we must not spread gossip. It’s not nice. Besides, Reenie is fine now and my special Miss Gracie is going to take good care of her and her sisters just like I promised you. Remember?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIf Luke answered, she didn’t hear, because she was too busy trying to process everything Beatrice had said. “Is Reenie one of the Brady kids?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMilo nodded. “Reenie’s older sister, Kellie, is in my class. From what I heard in the faculty lounge after school, Reenie has a seizure disorder that requires medication. Only the medication was never sent in with the child on the first day of kindergarten. Three days into the first week, she had a seizure. Not having the proper medication at the right time nearly killed her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And this Cynthia was part of that?” Tori asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Ultimately it’s the parents’ responsibility, of course, but as the person hired to look after the needs of the children while the parents are working, yes, Cynthia certainly shoulders a large chunk of the blame, as well.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wow.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBeatrice leaned still closer. “And that was just the \u003ci\u003efinal\u003c\/i\u003e incident, Victoria. There were others along the way that should have had her out the door long before now.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Why didn’t they?” she asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That, I cannot explain any more than I can the hiring of half the nannies in this town. Some of them—like Amanda and Stacy—are just bloody awful.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA quick peek at the trees showed Cynthia hadn’t budged. To Beatrice, Tori said, “Okay, but why is this Cynthia person upset with \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The same reason Amanda and Stacy are upset with me, too.” Beatrice closed her eyes momentarily, swallowing as she did. “Because it was my phone call to Mrs. Brady that prevented Cynthia from getting the second chance she was talking about on the playground last week. And it has some of the other families starting to rethink things, too.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Your phone call?” she repeated. “I don’t understand.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“When I heard Cynthia talking about a second chance, I was worried about the children. If this woman could be so careless once, she could be careless again. I wanted Mrs. Brady to know that the Nanny Go Round Agency wasn’t the only choice.” Beatrice looked down at Luke and smiled. “So I told her about Miss Gracie, didn’t I, sweetie?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Miss Bea?” Luke’s shoulders drooped in reaction to a conversation that had already gone on far too long for a captain in search of his ship. “Can we go home and play boat now? Please?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Of course, Luke. And then, it’s straight on to bed. We want to be waiting at the airport when Miss Gracie arrives, don’t we?” Beatrice smiled shyly at Milo and quickly brought him up to speed on the news she’d shared with Tori at the bridal shop. “Miss Gracie was \u003ci\u003emy\u003c\/i\u003e governess as a child and she’s absolutely wonderful.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I get to hold a sign with Miss Gracie’s name on it at the airport tomorrow morning,” Luke added, beaming. “I used my bestest writing and I didn’t make the \u003ci\u003eR\u003c\/i\u003e go all backwards like I usually do!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Good work, Luke.” Milo collected a high five from Luke and then slipped his arm around Tori’s waist and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s let them get back to their evening, okay?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTori reached out, rested a quick hand on Beatrice’s lower arm, and smiled. “I’m glad you’re going to have some family here now, Beatrice.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eMore\u003c\/i\u003e family,” the nanny corrected as she zipped Luke’s lightweight jacket a smidge higher in preparation for their walk back home. “Luke and his parents are my family here in the States, as are all of you in the sewing circle. Miss Gracie being here will be like adding a mum.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 3\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSlowly, Tori fingered the hand-sewn lace and tiny seed pearls that adorned the fitted top, her gaze jumping ahead to the satin bottom that rained to the floor of Rose’s sewing room in a classic A-line style.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, Rose,” she whispered. “It’s . . . it’s like something out of a fairytale.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A fairytale that’s ’bout to happen for real in thirteen days, Victoria.” Margaret Louise stepped back to afford a better frontal view of Tori and then nudged Rose with a gentle elbow. “Why, I reckon that’s the purtiest dress I’ve ever seen.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRose grabbed hold of a two-tier step stool she’d positioned off to the side and used it to help lower herself to the ground and the hem of Tori’s wedding dress. Once there, the elderly woman pulled a pin from between her lips and tucked it into one tiny section. “Other than this—which will take but a moment to fix—I think it fits perfectly.” Rose peered up at Tori. “How does it feel?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAgain, Tori looked down at the detail work and then at her reflection in the full-length mirror. “Rose, it couldn’t feel more perfect.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You done good, Rose,” Margaret Louise said in agreement. “Real good.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrushing a quick hand across her eyes, Rose merely nodded before struggling back to her knees and, eventually, her feet. “Is it everything you envisioned for your special day, Victoria?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe turned from the mirror to take Rose’s hands inside her own, the trembling she found there more than a little alarming. “Rose? Are you okay? You’re shaking.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I just want you to be happy with the dress.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Happy doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel in this gown, Rose. I mean, look at me, I’m . . .” She stopped, swallowed, and tried again, her predisposition toward modesty losing out over her current Rose-created reality. “I’m . . . \u003ci\u003ebeautiful\u003c\/i\u003e,” she finished in an emotion-infused whisper. “Absolutely beautiful.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRose’s lower lip disappeared behind her bridge only to reappear in time with a slow, but definitive smile. “I couldn’t say it better myself.” Then, pulling her hand from Tori’s, Rose waved it toward the hallway. “Go into my room and take it off. I’ll put an extra stitch or two in that spot at the hemline and you can take it home with you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe spun back toward the mirror for one last look. “I’ll take it off, but I’d like to leave it here so you can help me into it on my wedding day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRose looked down at her trembling hands and made a face. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be with the buttons.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We’ll take it one button at a time.” Tori gathered the bottom half of her dress in her hands and made her way down the hall, stopping as she reached the door to Rose’s room. “Margaret Louise? Could you find the right channel on the TV so we can watch Leona’s show before we have to call it a night?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You betcha.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e*   *   *\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBy the time Tori returned to the main part of Rose’s tiny home, her friends were seated on the sofa in front of the television with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn. The familiar jingle of Leona’s new Cable TV show faded into the background as Leona’s prerecorded voice took over with its familiar welcome.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Have you always wanted to dress like a princess? 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