Éclair Case of Murder: A Culinary Cozy Mystery (A Rosie Kale Culinary Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Leigh Selfman Page A
Authors: Leigh Selfman
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point I was desperate.
Unfortunately she wasn’t home either. My guess was they all probably went out to that new restaurant that Sven the hairdresser had told them about.
“Do you want to cut my hair for me, Cupcake?” I asked as I swooped her up into my arms. “Your hair is perfect all the time and never needs cutting, does it?” I cooed.
She blinked her yellow eyes at me and reached out with her paw. “No it doesn’t, CC,” I said as I sat on the couch and snuggled with her for a moment. As we sat, resting, I turned on the TV to check the weather, only to see myself on the screen!
I gasped in horror as I watched my onscreen self, bumping into the garbage cans at the Wright house and falling on top of them in an awkward heap.
I quickly turned it back off, hoping and praying that Casey wouldn’t see the footage. Or anybody else for that matter.
As I sat fretting about it, Cupcake’s purring body acted like a tranquilizer and before I knew it, I was starting to nod off. I told myself that a 10 minute nap might be just what I needed—I’d still have 20 minutes to get ready. Plenty of time…
I awoke to a knock at the door.
Oh no!
I looked at the time. How did I sleep for the entire 30 minutes?
I ran to the door and then paused to glance at myself in the entryway mirror.
No no no. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Just a sec!” I called out as I ran back into the bedroom.
I quickly wrapped my uneven, messy hair into a towel and flung it over like a turban, then I pulled on my robe and ran into the bathroom to sprinkle some water on my face. I now looked as though I’d been in the process of getting ready and had just stepped out of the shower. I hurried to open the door.
“Casey!” I said with a big fake smile. “Sorry. I’m not ready yet, but almost…”
“No worries, love,” he said, looking gorgeous in an elegant black tux and white shirt. He gave me a kiss as he came inside. “I have some texts to answer so you have…” he looked at his watch. “Exactly ten minutes before we leave.”
“Perfect!” I chirped, hurrying back to the bedroom, knowing that in ‘girl time’ ten minutes meant twenty. Or maybe even thirty. I was pretty sure Casey knew it too.
The problem now was taking a shower without having Casey wonder why I appeared to be taking a second shower.
Oh well, I was too frazzled to figure it out so I just hopped in and washed myself and my hair as quickly as I could. Then I skedaddled out to the bedroom and grabbed the gown Nana had lent me.
I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was too late to deal with the unevenness of my hair so I pulled it back into an elegant chignon. Then I did my makeup, putting soft pink blush on my cheeks, pale gloss on my lips and a smoky dramatic eye. Then I spun around in my pretty, sequined, grey gown and smiled. Not bad for 35 minutes total prep time.
“Rosie! We really have to go this time,” Casey called from the other room.
“Coming!” I called back, grabbing my sparkly little evening clutch and stuffing my phone, lip gloss, ID and some ‘mad money’ into it.
I came into the living room looking calm and elegant. My sore muscles actually felt a little better thanks to the hot shower and I thought maybe I’d have a nice evening after all.
Casey’s eyes lit up when he saw me. “Beautiful! Even though you hadn’t actually even begun to get ready when I’d arrived. Had you?"
“Of course I did!" I lied.
“Of course you did,” he said giving me a kiss and escorting me out the door. His smile told me that he didn’t believe a word I said.
Chapter 27
“Ouch,” I said, still in tremendous pain whenever I moved. Not only were my muscles not getting any better, they seemed to be getting much, much worse. I could barely walk.
“Honey, what’s wrong with you?” Casey asked as he led me into the hotel ballroom.
“I had a sports massage today,” I said with a
Unfortunately she wasn’t home either. My guess was they all probably went out to that new restaurant that Sven the hairdresser had told them about.
“Do you want to cut my hair for me, Cupcake?” I asked as I swooped her up into my arms. “Your hair is perfect all the time and never needs cutting, does it?” I cooed.
She blinked her yellow eyes at me and reached out with her paw. “No it doesn’t, CC,” I said as I sat on the couch and snuggled with her for a moment. As we sat, resting, I turned on the TV to check the weather, only to see myself on the screen!
I gasped in horror as I watched my onscreen self, bumping into the garbage cans at the Wright house and falling on top of them in an awkward heap.
I quickly turned it back off, hoping and praying that Casey wouldn’t see the footage. Or anybody else for that matter.
As I sat fretting about it, Cupcake’s purring body acted like a tranquilizer and before I knew it, I was starting to nod off. I told myself that a 10 minute nap might be just what I needed—I’d still have 20 minutes to get ready. Plenty of time…
I awoke to a knock at the door.
Oh no!
I looked at the time. How did I sleep for the entire 30 minutes?
I ran to the door and then paused to glance at myself in the entryway mirror.
No no no. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Just a sec!” I called out as I ran back into the bedroom.
I quickly wrapped my uneven, messy hair into a towel and flung it over like a turban, then I pulled on my robe and ran into the bathroom to sprinkle some water on my face. I now looked as though I’d been in the process of getting ready and had just stepped out of the shower. I hurried to open the door.
“Casey!” I said with a big fake smile. “Sorry. I’m not ready yet, but almost…”
“No worries, love,” he said, looking gorgeous in an elegant black tux and white shirt. He gave me a kiss as he came inside. “I have some texts to answer so you have…” he looked at his watch. “Exactly ten minutes before we leave.”
“Perfect!” I chirped, hurrying back to the bedroom, knowing that in ‘girl time’ ten minutes meant twenty. Or maybe even thirty. I was pretty sure Casey knew it too.
The problem now was taking a shower without having Casey wonder why I appeared to be taking a second shower.
Oh well, I was too frazzled to figure it out so I just hopped in and washed myself and my hair as quickly as I could. Then I skedaddled out to the bedroom and grabbed the gown Nana had lent me.
I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was too late to deal with the unevenness of my hair so I pulled it back into an elegant chignon. Then I did my makeup, putting soft pink blush on my cheeks, pale gloss on my lips and a smoky dramatic eye. Then I spun around in my pretty, sequined, grey gown and smiled. Not bad for 35 minutes total prep time.
“Rosie! We really have to go this time,” Casey called from the other room.
“Coming!” I called back, grabbing my sparkly little evening clutch and stuffing my phone, lip gloss, ID and some ‘mad money’ into it.
I came into the living room looking calm and elegant. My sore muscles actually felt a little better thanks to the hot shower and I thought maybe I’d have a nice evening after all.
Casey’s eyes lit up when he saw me. “Beautiful! Even though you hadn’t actually even begun to get ready when I’d arrived. Had you?"
“Of course I did!" I lied.
“Of course you did,” he said giving me a kiss and escorting me out the door. His smile told me that he didn’t believe a word I said.
Chapter 27
“Ouch,” I said, still in tremendous pain whenever I moved. Not only were my muscles not getting any better, they seemed to be getting much, much worse. I could barely walk.
“Honey, what’s wrong with you?” Casey asked as he led me into the hotel ballroom.
“I had a sports massage today,” I said with a
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