I Spy a Wedding Dress Mess E-Book

J.J. Brass

• Herausgeber: Rainbow Crush
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Julieta’s wedding day is only a week away, but while she and her parents are spending time with her in-laws-to-be, someone destroys her beautiful bridal gown! Who could do such a thing? It’s up to Elise Golden, the small-town psychic, to find out. Julieta’s got her own theory that a demonic force that once possessed her has come back to claim her as his own, but Elise is pretty sure the culprit is one of the courtyard residents. Can Elise figure out who ruined Julieta’s handmade wedding dress before the big day arrives? I Spy a Wedding Dress Mess is the fourth book in The Courtyard Clairvoyant Mysteries, a small-town paranormal cozy mystery series featuring a great cast of LGBTQIA characters!

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I Spy a Wedding Dress Mess

© 2017 by J.J. Brass

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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First Edition 2017

I Spy a Wedding Dress Mess

The Courtyard Clairvoyant Mysteries

Book Four

By J.J. Brass

One

Julieta raced from her parents’ home, clutching a blood-stained wedding dress to her chest. Her fiancé, Declan, followed hot on her heels as she tumbled to her knees in the middle of the courtyard. She held that gown like a beloved pet, screaming and sobbing as her young fiancé attempted uselessly to comfort her.

Elise Golden witnessed this event through the front window of her sitting room. Without hesitation, she dropped the book she’d been reading and leapt from the sofa. She found herself running across the courtyard cobblestones in her house slippers.

“Julieta!” she cried. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

The distressed young woman allowed her wedding dress to fall forward, revealing one huge stain on the bodice with splashes and splotches of blood surging in all directions. It looked as though the woman wearing it had been stabbed in the gut.

This atrocious sight sent Elise’s head spinning, and her stomach along with it. She felt dizzy and weak, felt herself falling backward. And then, just as suddenly, she felt buoyed by some unknown force.

“Whoa, Ms. Golden! You okay?” asked a voice at her back.

Elise turned slightly to find she was being held aloft by the last person in the world she wanted anywhere near her.

“Oh no!” said Lillian Wu, her neighbour from the flat upstairs. “Juliet! What happened to your beautiful dress?”

“Julieta,” Declan corrected her.

“I don’t know!” Julieta sobbed. “I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know! It was spread out on my bed when we left on Friday. Declan’s parents invited mama and papa and me to their lake house for the weekend, so our families could get to know each other a little better.”

“Left it a little late, don’t you think?” Lillian asked with a chuckle. “Aren’t you getting married next weekend?”

Julieta nodded.

“On Saturday,” Declan added.

“And now I don’t have a dress!”

As Elise’s puzzled mind tried to make sense of what she was seeing, she realized the blood on Julieta’s wedding dress was not coming out of any visible wounds on Julieta’s body. In fact, it wasn’t fresh blood, if blood it was. It could possibly have been some sort of rust-coloured fabric dye or food colouring.

“Who would do a thing like this?” young Declan asked. “Ruin a girl’s wedding dress a week before the wedding? Who?”

Julieta broke down sobbing as Lillian said, “I don’t know. It’s awful. Just awful.”

It was still sinking in that Julieta was not injured, only upset.

When another door opened on the courtyard, Julieta wailed anew. Elise turned to see her next-door neighbour Abi coming out of her flat, her face painted with tones of deep concern. “Julieta! Was that you screaming? What has happened to your beautiful dress?”

“I’m so sorry, Abi!” Tears sparkled like diamonds across Julieta’s blushing cheeks. “All your hard work! It’s all my fault! I didn’t lock the door! Why didn’t I lock it?”

Wearing one of her striking African print dresses, Abi kneeled beside Julieta on the grass. Her facial expression turned stony with anger as she beheld the extent of the damage. It had taken Abi weeks of focused work to create that gown from scratch. Julieta was to be the first client of her soon-to-be-established dressmaking business. And now the dress was truly destroyed.

“Abi, I’m sorry!” Julieta wailed, throwing her head against Abi’s chest.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Declan told his bride-to-be. “It isn’t your fault some psycho broke into your house and slaughtered a goat on your wedding dress.”

“Slaughtered a goat?” Lillian asked. “Was there a goat in your bed?”

Declan said, “No, no, I was just, like, making a joke or whatever. It’s just a lot of blood. That’s all.”

As Julieta soaked Abi’s print dress with tears, Abi said, in her thick French accent, “We will start again. I will make you a new dress.”

“You can’t!” Julieta screamed, tapping into a well of rage. “There’s no time! The wedding’s on Saturday!”

“I will try to clean it,” Abi offered, taking the dress with her as she headed back to her flat.

“She can’t clean it,” Julieta sighed. “Stains like that won’t come off, not in a million years.”

Elise’s heart broke in two for the girl. Perhaps that’s why she said, “Don’t cry, Julieta. Tomorrow we’ll go back to that fancy boutique in the city—the one I went to with you and your mother—and I’ll buy you that beautiful dress we saw.”

Every trace of emotion fell from Julieta’s face. She seemed shocked, almost perplex. “The one we took pictures of so Abi could base her design on it?”

“That’s the one,” Elise said encouragingly. “It was a perfect fit, didn’t need the slightest alteration.”

“But it was so expensive,” Julieta protested, turning her gaze momentarily to her fiancé. “It was super-expensive. But gorgeous. And it fit like a dream.”

“I’ll buy it for you,” Elise offered. “I know that sounds funny coming from a neighbour, but I’ve lived across from your mom and your dad since before you were born. I’ve watched you grow up, Julieta, and I’m delighted to see you so happy.”

“You don’t have to,” Declan spoke up. “We don’t want to be the kind of people who feed insane amounts of money into the wedding industry. Our original plan was to get married in the woods. No special dress, no fancy suits, just friends celebrating love and commitment.”

Julieta gaze at her fiancé pleadingly. “But if Elise wants to buy the dress for me… like, as a wedding gift…”

“It’s settled,” Elise said with a smile. “We’ll take the train to the city tomorrow morning.”

Intruding upon their moment, Lillian spoke up to say, “See, I love how neighbourly everyone is on the courtyard. Before I moved here, I didn’t know any of my neighbours, but you guys are all like one big happy family. Makes me wish I could do something for your wedding, too. I mean, I know I wasn’t invited, but…”

“You can come,” Julieta offered. “Of course you can. You just moved in after I’d already sent out invitations, that’s all. But all the neighbours are welcome. That’s why we’re having the wedding in the middle of the courtyard.”

“That is so generous of you,” Lillian cooed. “I love weddings. I will absolutely be there. But I still wish I could offer you something, since Ms. Golden, here, is buying you a dress. If the wedding’s less than a week away, you’ve probably hired a photographer by now.”

“My cousin offered to do it for free,” Declan said. “We don’t want to spend a lot of money.”

“That’s perfect!” Lillian cried. “Why don’t you tell your cousin to take it easy and let me take over? I’m a professional, you know.”

Julieta’s eyes brightened. “You’re a wedding photographer?”

Judging by the look on her face, Lillian obviously took this assumption as an insult. “Me? A wedding photographer? Oh no, no, no. Wedding photography is for people who can’t crack it in the fashion industry. Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead working a wedding, but I want to do something nice for you guys. I’m new to the courtyard. I could throw you a bone, do it for just a couple hundred bucks.”

“I don’t know,” Julieta replied, fixing her gaze on her fiancé. “We weren’t planning on paying Declan’s cousin anything. I don’t know if it’s in the budget.”

“It’ll be fine,” Declan assured her. “Like you said, Mr. Miller left you all that money in his will.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to save that for when we move. We’ll have to buy a bunch of furniture and stuff. It’s gonna cost a bundle.”

“Okay, but our parents are desperate to throw money at this wedding. It’ll blow their minds that we’ve found a real professional who can work for cheap.”

“Only because you’re in distress,” Lillian added. “I wouldn’t normally do this. I’m definitely not a wedding photographer.”

We get the point, Elise thought. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at the young woman. They hadn’t exactly become fast friends.

“Even paying Abi to make my dress is more expense than we were planning. But I love the dress she made me. She worked so hard on it and it turned out so good. I can’t believe it’s ruined. How could this have happened, Elise? Does someone really hate me that much?”

“Of course not, doll.” Elise got down in the grass with Julieta and Declan. “I’m sure it has nothing at all to do with you at all. Everybody on the courtyard loves you and wants you to be happy. Maybe someone just hates… weddings.”

Julieta blanched. Elise wasn’t sure what she’d said to inspire a reaction of such unadulterated horror, but the girl suddenly said, “Oh no. Oh no! Oh, I know who did this. No one else would have done it. No one else could have. It had to be…”

“Who?” Declan asked.

With fear in her eyes, Julieta gazed at her fiancé and said, “It must have been the demon, the one who possessed me when I was thirteen. I always knew he’d come back for me, Declan. And now he has.”

“What are you saying?” Declan asked, in disbelief.

Julieta’s whole body went limp in her fiancé’s arms. “The demon’s back to claim his bride!”

Once those bone-chilling words had left the young girl’s lips, she fainted dead away.

Two

“Julieta!” Declan cried, shaking the girl’s limp body.

“Don’t do that!” Elise cautioned the boy. “You’ll jostle her neck. She could injure her spinal cord.”

“That’s right,” Lillian joined in. “You have to slap her.”

“Slap her?” Declan squeaked. “I’m not gonna slap my girlfriend! Her dad would kill me if he found out.”

“No, for real,” Lillian said. “It’s not mean. You slap her to bring her around.”

“I think that might be right,” Elise admitted. “I think I’ve heard that before.”

“I’m not slapping my girlfriend!” Declan replied. “Elise, you do it.”

“Me?”

“Do it,” Lillian encouraged, grabbing hold of Elise’s shoulder. “Slap her!”

“Forgive me,” Elise whispered to poor Julieta’s lost consciousness. She couldn’t recall ever slapping anyone in her entire life, certainly not as an adult, but once she’d set herself to the task it was remarkably easy. Flat hand to one side, swipe it through the air, make contact with the girl’s crimson cheek, hey presto!

All at once, Julieta surged forward like her soul had been somewhere outside her body and then suddenly jumped back in. She didn’t scream, simply opened her mouth, fish-like, and sucked in a big breath of air.

She looked at Elise, then up at Lillian and over to Declan. “What happened?”

“You fainted, I think.”

“Please no,” she whimpered, looking positively frightful.

“Does this happen a lot?” Lillian innocently asked.

Julieta looked up at her, eyes pleading. “Not since I was thirteen.”

Elise and Declan both knew what that meant.

“Come on,” Elise said, straining to rise off the ground. “Declan, help your bride-to-be to her feet. Let’s get her inside.”