Creamsicle Murder: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery - Book 11 (Frosted Love Cozy Mysteries) by Carol Durand, Summer Prescott Page A
Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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head in amusement, she agreed to
take the appointment.
Chapter 2
“Good
morning, Miss Gladstone, I’m Lola Allure, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the
most beautiful ebony-skinned woman she’d ever seen purred, extending a
perfectly manicured hand.
Cheryl
was watching wide-eyed from behind the front counter, trying not to gawk at the
elegant woman or the sleek white limousine in which she had arrived. Missy had
set up the tasting on one of the spotless stainless steel counters in the
kitchen. Each flavor of cupcake was in a foil cup that complemented the
frosting, the frosting was swirled, as directed, and there was no powdered
sugar to be found.
“Thank
you for taking the time to do this,” Lola smiled. “These look absolutely
delicious, she commented, taking in the lovely display of culinary art.
“My
pleasure, I hope you enjoy them.”
“I’ll
be hitting the treadmill at the hotel, for sure,” the assistant giggled. “But
oh my, it’s going to be worth it.”
Each
cupcake had a placard in front of it with the name and flavor details. Moving
first to “Margarita Madness,” Lola took a photo, picked up the cupcake and took
a delicate bite.
“Oh
my goodness, are the green sprinkles on top little salt crystals?” she asked,
impressed.
Missy
nodded.
“I
love this! I think Ivana is going to be so pleased if the others are even half
this good,” she said, making notes on her phone while blotting at her lips with
a napkin.
“Would
you like some coffee? Or ice water?” Missy offered.
“Both,
please,” she requested, moving along the line of cupcakes to the Carob
Cappuccino Cream, having a similar reaction when she tasted it. She informed
Missy after trying just three, that they would definitely be extending her an
offer to do business during filming, then proceeded to try the rest of the
flavors.
“Melissa,
there was not one cupcake here that is anything but spectacular,” she beamed,
obviously pleased. “I will speak to Ivana, and send over a contract upon my
return, thank you so much for your time.”
“My
pleasure,” Missy smiled and showed her out, a bit stunned that she was going to
be providing cupcakes to a movie star for three weeks and making as much money
as she did in six months of regular business.
Cheryl
and the rest of Missy’s staff, at both stores, were thrilled to hear that they
were going to be providing cupcakes for an internationally-known movie star,
and speculated wildly about what she’d be like and the chances they might have
of being cast as an extra. Missy assured them that, with the extra demand that
would be created by having a movie filmed in their town, she’d need them to
help out at the shops, rather than standing around for hours on end at a movie
set.
**
“Cupcakes
for the stars…what a concept,” Detective Chas Beckett, Missy’s handsome,
lantern-jawed Significant Other, teased.
“I’ve
never even met anyone famous,” Missy sighed. “I have no idea how to cater to
the tastes of these people.”
“Well,
from what you told me, her assistant was pretty impressed. You’re an amazing
cupcake artist, my beautiful baker, just do what you do and she’s sure to love
it. Besides, celebrities are just human beings. How different can Ivana Cherie
be if she eats cupcakes just like the rest of us?” he shrugged.
“Hmm…after
speaking with her assistant, I’m thinking that she just may eat hers with a
platinum knife and fork,” Missy made a face.
“Which
is none of your concern,” he reminded her gently. “If she eats the cupcakes and
likes them, then you’ve done your job and done it well, as always,” he smiled
tenderly, kissing her temple.
“The
good news is that the production company wants several dozen cupcakes every day
too, and they’re not nearly as particular. Ivana has, of course, insisted that
the flavors of her daily three cupcakes must be different from those of the
production crew. I could very well go crazy by the end
take the appointment.
Chapter 2
“Good
morning, Miss Gladstone, I’m Lola Allure, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the
most beautiful ebony-skinned woman she’d ever seen purred, extending a
perfectly manicured hand.
Cheryl
was watching wide-eyed from behind the front counter, trying not to gawk at the
elegant woman or the sleek white limousine in which she had arrived. Missy had
set up the tasting on one of the spotless stainless steel counters in the
kitchen. Each flavor of cupcake was in a foil cup that complemented the
frosting, the frosting was swirled, as directed, and there was no powdered
sugar to be found.
“Thank
you for taking the time to do this,” Lola smiled. “These look absolutely
delicious, she commented, taking in the lovely display of culinary art.
“My
pleasure, I hope you enjoy them.”
“I’ll
be hitting the treadmill at the hotel, for sure,” the assistant giggled. “But
oh my, it’s going to be worth it.”
Each
cupcake had a placard in front of it with the name and flavor details. Moving
first to “Margarita Madness,” Lola took a photo, picked up the cupcake and took
a delicate bite.
“Oh
my goodness, are the green sprinkles on top little salt crystals?” she asked,
impressed.
Missy
nodded.
“I
love this! I think Ivana is going to be so pleased if the others are even half
this good,” she said, making notes on her phone while blotting at her lips with
a napkin.
“Would
you like some coffee? Or ice water?” Missy offered.
“Both,
please,” she requested, moving along the line of cupcakes to the Carob
Cappuccino Cream, having a similar reaction when she tasted it. She informed
Missy after trying just three, that they would definitely be extending her an
offer to do business during filming, then proceeded to try the rest of the
flavors.
“Melissa,
there was not one cupcake here that is anything but spectacular,” she beamed,
obviously pleased. “I will speak to Ivana, and send over a contract upon my
return, thank you so much for your time.”
“My
pleasure,” Missy smiled and showed her out, a bit stunned that she was going to
be providing cupcakes to a movie star for three weeks and making as much money
as she did in six months of regular business.
Cheryl
and the rest of Missy’s staff, at both stores, were thrilled to hear that they
were going to be providing cupcakes for an internationally-known movie star,
and speculated wildly about what she’d be like and the chances they might have
of being cast as an extra. Missy assured them that, with the extra demand that
would be created by having a movie filmed in their town, she’d need them to
help out at the shops, rather than standing around for hours on end at a movie
set.
**
“Cupcakes
for the stars…what a concept,” Detective Chas Beckett, Missy’s handsome,
lantern-jawed Significant Other, teased.
“I’ve
never even met anyone famous,” Missy sighed. “I have no idea how to cater to
the tastes of these people.”
“Well,
from what you told me, her assistant was pretty impressed. You’re an amazing
cupcake artist, my beautiful baker, just do what you do and she’s sure to love
it. Besides, celebrities are just human beings. How different can Ivana Cherie
be if she eats cupcakes just like the rest of us?” he shrugged.
“Hmm…after
speaking with her assistant, I’m thinking that she just may eat hers with a
platinum knife and fork,” Missy made a face.
“Which
is none of your concern,” he reminded her gently. “If she eats the cupcakes and
likes them, then you’ve done your job and done it well, as always,” he smiled
tenderly, kissing her temple.
“The
good news is that the production company wants several dozen cupcakes every day
too, and they’re not nearly as particular. Ivana has, of course, insisted that
the flavors of her daily three cupcakes must be different from those of the
production crew. I could very well go crazy by the end
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