Dior Or Die (Joanna Hayworth Vintage Clothing Mysteries Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The Toyota's engine shuddered off with a wheeze. Drizzle misted the air, but the garden trellis, choked with clematis, kept Joanna dry as she popped the trunk and began to unload the dresses she had borrowed for the auction. Curiously, no one came out to help. Light shone from the kitchen, but none of the sisters appeared at the window. Joanna laid the dresses back in the trunk and walked around the side of the house. So that's where everyone was. A ladder leaned against the siding, and standing near its top was Paul, putty knife in hand. Her heart seized. Of course. He'd promised to come back and repair the dry rot this weekend. Clustered at the bottom of the ladder were a handful of Marys watching with various levels of adoration. Mary Alberta, hand on hip, stood at the edge. Paul glanced down and nodded at Joanna but continued working. Her face burned. She cleared her throat. "Mary Alberta, I brought back Vivienne’s dresses. They're in my trunk. And I was hoping to talk to you about maybe doing some design work for my website." Mary Alberta, who seemed more interested in the spectacle than in watching Paul sand a window frame, followed Joanna to the car.
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