Blueberry Cream Cupcake & Murder (A Dana Sweet Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Ann S. Marie Page A
Authors: Ann S. Marie
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well-being, according to her motto. She also cared about the latest juicy gossip in the small town. Trust Bea to know everything.
“Well, here is the kitchen,” the butler said after a long walk on the premise. The estate was certainly huge by all definition. “Just let me know if you need anything. The name is George.”
“Thank you, George.”
Dana looked around at the massive stainless steel kitchen with its many marble top counters and dark oak wood cabinetry. The craftsmanship was impeccable. The Cozy Cupcakes café didn’t have any of this fancy stuff. Imagine cooking here? That would be a dream.
Except actually working for the Renaldos, of course. She’d heard rumors about the cantankerous Mr. Renaldo and his bratty grown kids. But who’s to judge? She was there to provide a good service.
“Where is everybody?” she said under her breath. She shrugged and took out the cupcakes out of the box. The Cozy Cupcakes message of the day was: Delight in the taste of love.
The words melted off her tongue when she spoke it, just as the creamy buttery frosting on the cupcakes and the treats.
“They’re all here.” A voice surprised Dana and she spun around. A woman in a Victorian-styled black and white floor-length maid’s uniform with a maid’s white cap, large white apron with a bib and shoulder straps stood at the door, arms folded across her chest.
The woman looked as if she were cast in Downtown Abbey, though that show was more post-Edwardian era rather than a Victorian-era, but still, Dana couldn’t believe her eyes. The woman was a heavy-set woman with dark grey hair and glasses. She eyed Dana up and down suspiciously and if Dana wasn’t mistaken, she glared at her leggings and curves hugging top. Dana felt so out of place there.
“And what are you doing here?” The woman asked.
“I’m Dana Sweet from Cozy Cupcakes.” Dana couldn’t help but observe her antique-looking outfit.
As if the woman noticed Dana’s astonishment. “Oh, this. Master Renaldo likes to live in the past. The good old days, he calls it. He likes to believe it’s the late 1800s.”
“I see.”
“I’m Molly, head maid.” Her voice was sharp and authoritative. “Weren’t you here before?” She eyed Dana with more suspicion. “We already got an order of those chocolate cupcakes. Not to mention that big chocolate Boston cream cake. I mean, whose idea was it to order so much chocolate cream cakes for an engagement party involving a diabetic bride-to-be? ”
“Oh dear. I’m sorry about that. But Mr. Renaldo requested more chocolate cupcakes for the engagement party.”
“How so? We haven’t even started yet. We’re about to start. Looks like we already have more than we need. Most of the bride’s friends won’t eat anything more than a lettuce leaf to keep their precious toothpick figures.”
“I see,” Dana said, incredulously.
Dana then cleared her throat. For some reason her throat was beginning to feel a bit of a scratch. Was it chilly in there? Aside from the cool chill she was getting from the lovely maid.
“Oh, no!” The maid’s voice raised a notch. “Do you have a cold? Are you bringing in some sort of virus with those cakes of yours?” She had her hands placed on her lips and her eyes narrowed at Dana.
“Oh, no. It’s just that my throat feels a bit scratchy. That’s all. It feels a bit...” dry in here , but Dana wasn’t about to criticize the air quality of the mansion right now.
But Dana did notice that the thermostat was turned down to zero.
On a cold day like today?
“Well, you can get a bottle of water out back there. We have another kitchen and fridge over there.” She pointed to the far side.
She then froze from some reason. She glared at the other section then drew in a deep breath. She shifted on the spot, looking hesitant.
“Is something wrong?” Dana asked gently.
“Oh, um…no. Nothing’s wrong.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Just help yourself and
“Well, here is the kitchen,” the butler said after a long walk on the premise. The estate was certainly huge by all definition. “Just let me know if you need anything. The name is George.”
“Thank you, George.”
Dana looked around at the massive stainless steel kitchen with its many marble top counters and dark oak wood cabinetry. The craftsmanship was impeccable. The Cozy Cupcakes café didn’t have any of this fancy stuff. Imagine cooking here? That would be a dream.
Except actually working for the Renaldos, of course. She’d heard rumors about the cantankerous Mr. Renaldo and his bratty grown kids. But who’s to judge? She was there to provide a good service.
“Where is everybody?” she said under her breath. She shrugged and took out the cupcakes out of the box. The Cozy Cupcakes message of the day was: Delight in the taste of love.
The words melted off her tongue when she spoke it, just as the creamy buttery frosting on the cupcakes and the treats.
“They’re all here.” A voice surprised Dana and she spun around. A woman in a Victorian-styled black and white floor-length maid’s uniform with a maid’s white cap, large white apron with a bib and shoulder straps stood at the door, arms folded across her chest.
The woman looked as if she were cast in Downtown Abbey, though that show was more post-Edwardian era rather than a Victorian-era, but still, Dana couldn’t believe her eyes. The woman was a heavy-set woman with dark grey hair and glasses. She eyed Dana up and down suspiciously and if Dana wasn’t mistaken, she glared at her leggings and curves hugging top. Dana felt so out of place there.
“And what are you doing here?” The woman asked.
“I’m Dana Sweet from Cozy Cupcakes.” Dana couldn’t help but observe her antique-looking outfit.
As if the woman noticed Dana’s astonishment. “Oh, this. Master Renaldo likes to live in the past. The good old days, he calls it. He likes to believe it’s the late 1800s.”
“I see.”
“I’m Molly, head maid.” Her voice was sharp and authoritative. “Weren’t you here before?” She eyed Dana with more suspicion. “We already got an order of those chocolate cupcakes. Not to mention that big chocolate Boston cream cake. I mean, whose idea was it to order so much chocolate cream cakes for an engagement party involving a diabetic bride-to-be? ”
“Oh dear. I’m sorry about that. But Mr. Renaldo requested more chocolate cupcakes for the engagement party.”
“How so? We haven’t even started yet. We’re about to start. Looks like we already have more than we need. Most of the bride’s friends won’t eat anything more than a lettuce leaf to keep their precious toothpick figures.”
“I see,” Dana said, incredulously.
Dana then cleared her throat. For some reason her throat was beginning to feel a bit of a scratch. Was it chilly in there? Aside from the cool chill she was getting from the lovely maid.
“Oh, no!” The maid’s voice raised a notch. “Do you have a cold? Are you bringing in some sort of virus with those cakes of yours?” She had her hands placed on her lips and her eyes narrowed at Dana.
“Oh, no. It’s just that my throat feels a bit scratchy. That’s all. It feels a bit...” dry in here , but Dana wasn’t about to criticize the air quality of the mansion right now.
But Dana did notice that the thermostat was turned down to zero.
On a cold day like today?
“Well, you can get a bottle of water out back there. We have another kitchen and fridge over there.” She pointed to the far side.
She then froze from some reason. She glared at the other section then drew in a deep breath. She shifted on the spot, looking hesitant.
“Is something wrong?” Dana asked gently.
“Oh, um…no. Nothing’s wrong.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Just help yourself and
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