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Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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Chas exactly how she felt about him.
“That’s a great idea, sweetie,” Chas helped her out. “Go have your dance with Mr. Mayor, and I’ll meet you back here with a gin and tonic, sound good?” he grinned conspiratorially.
Relieved at having been eased back into reality, Missy nodded gratefully, taking the Mayor’s hand while Chas headed toward the bar.
Despite his considerable size, Mayor Chadwick was quite the graceful dancer, much to Missy’s surprise. As he skillfully whirled and twirled her about, she learned the real reason for his dance invitation.
“Now Miss Gladstone, I have to say, you’ve outdone yourself with this lovely reception. Not only were those wedding cupcakes heavenly, but everything from the set-up to the food selection and the décor is just absolutely perfect. I don’t know if you’re aware, but my lovely daughter, Priscilla is getting married next year. Her sweet mama, bless her soul, is a lovely woman of good character and refinement, but the poor dear can’t plan an event to save her life. I don’t even want to get into the fiasco that occurred when my dear Prissy graduated from high school,” he shook his head in disgust. “My question to you is this…would you be willing, for the right price of course, to help my Priscilla plan her wedding? It would mean so much to my family,” he smiled, anticipating a yes. Mayor Chadwick was a man who was not accustomed to being turned down.
“Oh, Mayor Chadwick, I’m flattered, but I’m not a wedding planner. I helped out Cheryl because she has no family to speak of, but this isn’t something in which I have a whole lot of experience,” Missy answered honestly.
“You know my dear, I’ve often found that sometimes the things that we’re really good at, take us by surprise when we’re not even looking for them. You clearly have a gift for this sort of work, maybe it’s something that you should consider doing. In this particular case, I’d make the effort more than worth your time. My little princess is getting married, and I swear to you, her wedding will be the biggest and best that this parish has ever seen. If you make that happen, little lady, you can write your own ticket. You think about it and you let me know,” he smiled at her benevolently.
Missy was speechless. “Umm…okay, Mr. Mayor. I’ll let you know.”
“Darlin, there’s no need for such formality among friends, please, call me Felton. I’ll look forward to hearing from you,” he said, bowing and kissing her hand as the song ended, then leading her back to where Chas mercifully waited with a tall, icy, gin and tonic.
“What was that all about?” Chas grinned at her, having noticed her discomfort on the dance floor as she considered the mayor’s proposition.
She told him what Chadwick had proposed, and that she had tried to demur.
The detective swirled the ice cubes in his glass. “Felton Chadwick is not a man who takes no for an answer, you realize that, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I definitely picked up on that vibe,” Missy agreed, taking a sip of her crisp, bubbly drink and letting it soothe her.
“So what would be so terrible about doing it?” Chas asked reasonably. “You’d make a ridiculous amount of money, because that man doesn’t believe in doing anything cheaply, you’d be doing something you enjoy that showcases your talent, and who knows…it could be yet another business pursuit for you. Besides, it’d be good practice for you if you ever need to plan your own wedding someday,” he added with a faint smile.
“Like that would ever happen,” Missy laughed softly at the thought.
“Who knows what the future may bring?” the detective remarked enigmatically, draining his glass. “I’m getting a refill,” he said, standing. “Would you like anything?”
“No, I’m good,” Missy murmured, unable to look away from the stunning man in front of her. When he kissed her cheek before heading to the bar, she raised her
“That’s a great idea, sweetie,” Chas helped her out. “Go have your dance with Mr. Mayor, and I’ll meet you back here with a gin and tonic, sound good?” he grinned conspiratorially.
Relieved at having been eased back into reality, Missy nodded gratefully, taking the Mayor’s hand while Chas headed toward the bar.
Despite his considerable size, Mayor Chadwick was quite the graceful dancer, much to Missy’s surprise. As he skillfully whirled and twirled her about, she learned the real reason for his dance invitation.
“Now Miss Gladstone, I have to say, you’ve outdone yourself with this lovely reception. Not only were those wedding cupcakes heavenly, but everything from the set-up to the food selection and the décor is just absolutely perfect. I don’t know if you’re aware, but my lovely daughter, Priscilla is getting married next year. Her sweet mama, bless her soul, is a lovely woman of good character and refinement, but the poor dear can’t plan an event to save her life. I don’t even want to get into the fiasco that occurred when my dear Prissy graduated from high school,” he shook his head in disgust. “My question to you is this…would you be willing, for the right price of course, to help my Priscilla plan her wedding? It would mean so much to my family,” he smiled, anticipating a yes. Mayor Chadwick was a man who was not accustomed to being turned down.
“Oh, Mayor Chadwick, I’m flattered, but I’m not a wedding planner. I helped out Cheryl because she has no family to speak of, but this isn’t something in which I have a whole lot of experience,” Missy answered honestly.
“You know my dear, I’ve often found that sometimes the things that we’re really good at, take us by surprise when we’re not even looking for them. You clearly have a gift for this sort of work, maybe it’s something that you should consider doing. In this particular case, I’d make the effort more than worth your time. My little princess is getting married, and I swear to you, her wedding will be the biggest and best that this parish has ever seen. If you make that happen, little lady, you can write your own ticket. You think about it and you let me know,” he smiled at her benevolently.
Missy was speechless. “Umm…okay, Mr. Mayor. I’ll let you know.”
“Darlin, there’s no need for such formality among friends, please, call me Felton. I’ll look forward to hearing from you,” he said, bowing and kissing her hand as the song ended, then leading her back to where Chas mercifully waited with a tall, icy, gin and tonic.
“What was that all about?” Chas grinned at her, having noticed her discomfort on the dance floor as she considered the mayor’s proposition.
She told him what Chadwick had proposed, and that she had tried to demur.
The detective swirled the ice cubes in his glass. “Felton Chadwick is not a man who takes no for an answer, you realize that, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I definitely picked up on that vibe,” Missy agreed, taking a sip of her crisp, bubbly drink and letting it soothe her.
“So what would be so terrible about doing it?” Chas asked reasonably. “You’d make a ridiculous amount of money, because that man doesn’t believe in doing anything cheaply, you’d be doing something you enjoy that showcases your talent, and who knows…it could be yet another business pursuit for you. Besides, it’d be good practice for you if you ever need to plan your own wedding someday,” he added with a faint smile.
“Like that would ever happen,” Missy laughed softly at the thought.
“Who knows what the future may bring?” the detective remarked enigmatically, draining his glass. “I’m getting a refill,” he said, standing. “Would you like anything?”
“No, I’m good,” Missy murmured, unable to look away from the stunning man in front of her. When he kissed her cheek before heading to the bar, she raised her
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