Creamsicle Murder: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery - Book 11 (Frosted Love Cozy Mysteries) by Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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Chapter 1
Cupcake
shop owner, Melissa Gladstone was practically run over by Cheryl Radigan, the
manager of her LaChance, Louisiana shop, Missy’s Muffins and More, when she
came in the door on Monday morning.
“Omigosh,
Ms. G., you had a phone call that you have to return! My heart is still
pounding, and it came in like 10 minutes ago,” Cheryl was breathless and
practically jumping up and down with excitement.
“Whoa,
slow down there, girl,” Missy teased. “What has you so worked up on this fine
Louisiana morning?” she asked, heading for the gleaming commercial kitchen.
“You
will not believe who called here asking for you this morning,” she said,
bursting to blurt out the info.
“Santa
Claus?” Missy asked, flipping through her recipe book and deciding to create a
new recipe for tomorrow’s Cupcake of the Day.
“Ms.
G.! I’m serious, this is really important,” Cheryl insisted, frustrated at the
owner’s distracted air.
Missy
put the book down and grinned indulgently. “Fine, who called, my dear?”
Cheryl’s
eyes sparkled as she finally had the opening to break her exciting news. “A
representative from the office of Ivana Cherie,” she announced, smugly.
“Yvonne
who?” Missy raised an eyebrow, clearly out of touch with popular culture.
“Are
you serious?” her manager was astounded. “You’ve never heard of Ivana Cherie???
She’s like, the hottest thing in Hollywood!”
“Hmm…that’s
interesting. Why on earth would a representative of someone from Hollywood be
calling me?” she wondered aloud.
“Wow,
how can you be so young and cool and not know anything about this stuff?”
Cheryl asked, shaking her head.
“You
called me young and cool, remind me to give you a raise,” the fortysomething
blonde joked.
“Don’t
worry, I will. Ivana Cherie is going to be filming a movie here, starting in a
couple of weeks. You need to call her rep back – they may want to use the shop
for a scene or something, wow, wouldn’t that be amazing!” the star-struck girl
gushed.
“Umm…I’m
thinking no,” Missy looked at her manager pointedly. “This is a business, not a
movie set. We have a responsibility to our customers.”
“But
what if it makes you famous? You could think of it as free advertising!”
“Famous?
No, thank you. I’ve gotten through life just fine so far without paparazzi
following my every move and I’d like to keep it that way,” she shook her head.
“Fine,”
Cheryl sulked. “But will you at least just call her back?” she pleaded.
“Of
course. I’m a professional,” Missy winked at her frustrated manager, taking the
message from her hand.
As
it turned out, Miss Cherie’s assistant, Lola, was very pleasant. The reason for
her call was her employer’s “pretty obsessive” relationship with cupcakes.
Apparently, the diva eats three cupcakes a day, which, judging by her online
photos, means she must work out several times a day as well. Her rules
regarding her cupcake consumption were fixed and immovable. She refused to eat
the same flavor of cupcake twice in one week, the baking cups used had to be
foil, not paper, and had to be a color that was compatible with the cupcake, no
plain silver foil was allowed. She liked granular sugar sprinkles, but no
powdered sugar, under any circumstances, and any frosting had to be swirled,
not spread. Missy had some serious misgivings about working with someone who
was so particular, but had changed her mind when she heard the weekly sum that
would be paid for her services.
When
Missy agreed to be interviewed as a prospective cupcake provider, Lola set up a
time to fly out to meet her and do a tasting on behalf of Ivana. The star’s
assistant was required to sample no fewer than twenty-one flavors and/or
varieties, because filming was expected to take at least three weeks, and there
had to be an adequate variety available. Missy would be generously compensated
for the tasting and her time, so, shaking her
Cupcake
shop owner, Melissa Gladstone was practically run over by Cheryl Radigan, the
manager of her LaChance, Louisiana shop, Missy’s Muffins and More, when she
came in the door on Monday morning.
“Omigosh,
Ms. G., you had a phone call that you have to return! My heart is still
pounding, and it came in like 10 minutes ago,” Cheryl was breathless and
practically jumping up and down with excitement.
“Whoa,
slow down there, girl,” Missy teased. “What has you so worked up on this fine
Louisiana morning?” she asked, heading for the gleaming commercial kitchen.
“You
will not believe who called here asking for you this morning,” she said,
bursting to blurt out the info.
“Santa
Claus?” Missy asked, flipping through her recipe book and deciding to create a
new recipe for tomorrow’s Cupcake of the Day.
“Ms.
G.! I’m serious, this is really important,” Cheryl insisted, frustrated at the
owner’s distracted air.
Missy
put the book down and grinned indulgently. “Fine, who called, my dear?”
Cheryl’s
eyes sparkled as she finally had the opening to break her exciting news. “A
representative from the office of Ivana Cherie,” she announced, smugly.
“Yvonne
who?” Missy raised an eyebrow, clearly out of touch with popular culture.
“Are
you serious?” her manager was astounded. “You’ve never heard of Ivana Cherie???
She’s like, the hottest thing in Hollywood!”
“Hmm…that’s
interesting. Why on earth would a representative of someone from Hollywood be
calling me?” she wondered aloud.
“Wow,
how can you be so young and cool and not know anything about this stuff?”
Cheryl asked, shaking her head.
“You
called me young and cool, remind me to give you a raise,” the fortysomething
blonde joked.
“Don’t
worry, I will. Ivana Cherie is going to be filming a movie here, starting in a
couple of weeks. You need to call her rep back – they may want to use the shop
for a scene or something, wow, wouldn’t that be amazing!” the star-struck girl
gushed.
“Umm…I’m
thinking no,” Missy looked at her manager pointedly. “This is a business, not a
movie set. We have a responsibility to our customers.”
“But
what if it makes you famous? You could think of it as free advertising!”
“Famous?
No, thank you. I’ve gotten through life just fine so far without paparazzi
following my every move and I’d like to keep it that way,” she shook her head.
“Fine,”
Cheryl sulked. “But will you at least just call her back?” she pleaded.
“Of
course. I’m a professional,” Missy winked at her frustrated manager, taking the
message from her hand.
As
it turned out, Miss Cherie’s assistant, Lola, was very pleasant. The reason for
her call was her employer’s “pretty obsessive” relationship with cupcakes.
Apparently, the diva eats three cupcakes a day, which, judging by her online
photos, means she must work out several times a day as well. Her rules
regarding her cupcake consumption were fixed and immovable. She refused to eat
the same flavor of cupcake twice in one week, the baking cups used had to be
foil, not paper, and had to be a color that was compatible with the cupcake, no
plain silver foil was allowed. She liked granular sugar sprinkles, but no
powdered sugar, under any circumstances, and any frosting had to be swirled,
not spread. Missy had some serious misgivings about working with someone who
was so particular, but had changed her mind when she heard the weekly sum that
would be paid for her services.
When
Missy agreed to be interviewed as a prospective cupcake provider, Lola set up a
time to fly out to meet her and do a tasting on behalf of Ivana. The star’s
assistant was required to sample no fewer than twenty-one flavors and/or
varieties, because filming was expected to take at least three weeks, and there
had to be an adequate variety available. Missy would be generously compensated
for the tasting and her time, so, shaking her
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