Read Online Diva 02 _ Diva Takes the Cake, The by Krista Davis - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Krista Davis
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Mystery, Mystery Fiction, Cooking, Large Type Books, Crimes against, Weddings, Sisters, Cookery, Divorced women, Winston; Sophie (Fictitious Character), Women Cooks, Divorced Women - Crimes Against
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if they were more stunned by Tucker’s presence or the news of Emily’s murder.
Tucker very kindly introduced Joel to everyone, and the two of them disappeared to the sunroom while I started dinner. I rubbed the ribs with a mixture of cayenne pepper, paprika, white pepper, brown sugar, kosher salt, and powdered garlic and onion, then moved the now reddish bronze ribs onto a tray to carry out to the grill. The three chickens I planned to roast needed nothing but a quick wash, removal of the gizzards, and salt spread on the skin for a nice crunch.
The front door banged open. Seconds later Hannah and Phoebe burst into the kitchen, and everyone spoke at once. Amid hugs and kisses, Hannah slid a long dress bag onto one of the chairs by the fireplace.
I busied myself making Wedded Blitz Martinis, the signature drink we had concocted for the wedding—in the now offensive wedding color of pink. As the bride, Hannah tasted the first one and approved. She’d just taken a second swig when Tucker waltzed into the kitchen and gushed, “Darling!”
When Hannah spewed martini, I felt a twinge of guilt for not warning her about his presence. But Tucker played his role to the hilt, scolding her for not giving him another chance and clinging to her as she tried to talk to guests.
Hannah begged off to change clothes, but instead she towed Phoebe and me to the foyer. Stepping back so we were out of view of the kitchen, Hannah clutched the sides of her face and said, “He wants me back! What do I do now?”
ELEVEN
From “Ask Natasha” :
Dear Natasha,
My daughter and her bridesmaids are thrilled with the idea of black bridesmaids’ dresses. Call me old-fashioned, but I think it’s ghastly. I was raised to know that one doesn’t wear black to a wedding. Help!
—Mortified Mom in Morristown
Dear Mortified Mom,
I agree with you. One doesn’t wear white after Labor Day, and one doesn’t wear white, cream, or black to a wedding. Besides, black is yesterday’s color. The new trends are light blue and brown, and silvery gray, which looks so rich in silk.
—Natasha
“Oh no, you don’t.” Phoebe shook a finger at Hannah. “We went through the same thing when Junior Wiggins wanted you back our senior year. How is it that you always forget the misery they put you through?”
Ordinarily I’d have agreed with Phoebe, but she was messing with my plan to drive a wedge between Hannah and Craig. “I’d forgotten how good-looking Tucker is,” I said innocently.
“Seeing him brings back so many memories.” Hannah pouted and nibbled at a fingernail.
“Let’s look at this rationally,” said Phoebe, lifting her palms as though weighing her thoughts. “On the one hand, we have a doctor—loyal, considerate, and doting. On the other hand, we have a cheating, lying, unreliable, gambling scoundrel.”
This wasn’t working out at all. “But the doctor may have killed his first wife,” I pointed out.
“Knock it off, Sophie,” Hannah moaned. “We’ve been through all that. I feel horrible about what happened, but Natasha says I didn’t ask for Emily to come here, and it’s not my fault that someone killed her. Too many people have paid for hotels and travel and put off other things to come to the wedding. It’s just . . . I didn’t expect such a strong current of emotion on seeing Tucker again.” Hannah scooped her hair up with one hand and held it off her neck. “I’m okay now. Everything is clear. Tucker just surprised me and threw me off.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what was clear, but Jen found us and handed Hannah the dress bag she’d left in the kitchen.
“A going-away dress?” I asked.
Copping an attitude, Hannah said, “If you must know, it’s another wedding dress. You could have told me everyone is wearing two dresses these days, sometimes three.”
“Hannah, you’re not having a four day Hindu wedding.”
“You’re so behind the times. Everyone is doing this.”
Hannah
Tucker very kindly introduced Joel to everyone, and the two of them disappeared to the sunroom while I started dinner. I rubbed the ribs with a mixture of cayenne pepper, paprika, white pepper, brown sugar, kosher salt, and powdered garlic and onion, then moved the now reddish bronze ribs onto a tray to carry out to the grill. The three chickens I planned to roast needed nothing but a quick wash, removal of the gizzards, and salt spread on the skin for a nice crunch.
The front door banged open. Seconds later Hannah and Phoebe burst into the kitchen, and everyone spoke at once. Amid hugs and kisses, Hannah slid a long dress bag onto one of the chairs by the fireplace.
I busied myself making Wedded Blitz Martinis, the signature drink we had concocted for the wedding—in the now offensive wedding color of pink. As the bride, Hannah tasted the first one and approved. She’d just taken a second swig when Tucker waltzed into the kitchen and gushed, “Darling!”
When Hannah spewed martini, I felt a twinge of guilt for not warning her about his presence. But Tucker played his role to the hilt, scolding her for not giving him another chance and clinging to her as she tried to talk to guests.
Hannah begged off to change clothes, but instead she towed Phoebe and me to the foyer. Stepping back so we were out of view of the kitchen, Hannah clutched the sides of her face and said, “He wants me back! What do I do now?”
ELEVEN
From “Ask Natasha” :
Dear Natasha,
My daughter and her bridesmaids are thrilled with the idea of black bridesmaids’ dresses. Call me old-fashioned, but I think it’s ghastly. I was raised to know that one doesn’t wear black to a wedding. Help!
—Mortified Mom in Morristown
Dear Mortified Mom,
I agree with you. One doesn’t wear white after Labor Day, and one doesn’t wear white, cream, or black to a wedding. Besides, black is yesterday’s color. The new trends are light blue and brown, and silvery gray, which looks so rich in silk.
—Natasha
“Oh no, you don’t.” Phoebe shook a finger at Hannah. “We went through the same thing when Junior Wiggins wanted you back our senior year. How is it that you always forget the misery they put you through?”
Ordinarily I’d have agreed with Phoebe, but she was messing with my plan to drive a wedge between Hannah and Craig. “I’d forgotten how good-looking Tucker is,” I said innocently.
“Seeing him brings back so many memories.” Hannah pouted and nibbled at a fingernail.
“Let’s look at this rationally,” said Phoebe, lifting her palms as though weighing her thoughts. “On the one hand, we have a doctor—loyal, considerate, and doting. On the other hand, we have a cheating, lying, unreliable, gambling scoundrel.”
This wasn’t working out at all. “But the doctor may have killed his first wife,” I pointed out.
“Knock it off, Sophie,” Hannah moaned. “We’ve been through all that. I feel horrible about what happened, but Natasha says I didn’t ask for Emily to come here, and it’s not my fault that someone killed her. Too many people have paid for hotels and travel and put off other things to come to the wedding. It’s just . . . I didn’t expect such a strong current of emotion on seeing Tucker again.” Hannah scooped her hair up with one hand and held it off her neck. “I’m okay now. Everything is clear. Tucker just surprised me and threw me off.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what was clear, but Jen found us and handed Hannah the dress bag she’d left in the kitchen.
“A going-away dress?” I asked.
Copping an attitude, Hannah said, “If you must know, it’s another wedding dress. You could have told me everyone is wearing two dresses these days, sometimes three.”
“Hannah, you’re not having a four day Hindu wedding.”
“You’re so behind the times. Everyone is doing this.”
Hannah
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