Bailey Weggins works at Gloss, one of 7 women’s magazines strongly reminiscent of Conde Nast. The editor-in-chief is a real piece of work but has flair enough that the publisher allows her whims. Her staff, shall we say, dislikes her intensely, so when her nanny is poisoned with chocolates brough...
Pepper left, too. She was less than cheery. In fact, she was mumbling under her breath about her disappointment. In me. “Why do you always feel the need to offer your two cents?” was one of her complaints. Of course, I wondered why she wasn’t asking herself the same question. &n...
Where had she gone? One customer, a shapely tourist who had heard about us through the grapevine, was waiting patiently outside. She traipsed in after Tigger and me and quipped that everyone in town must be taking a siesta after the food truck event. She herself was feeling quite full and satisfi...
Bailey asked if she could remain behind to support Coco. Just for a few hours. I told her of course. I totally understood. As I was leaving, Deputy Appleby asked if he could have a word with me about my aunt, but Cinnamon intercepted him before we could chat, so I left. An...