Red Velvet Cupcake Murder (Hannah Swensen, #16)(3)

“Sally’s coming to the opening with Roger?”

“No! She’s coming to the opening with Roger. And that’s why I had to get right over here to warn you.”

“Thanks, but I still don’t know who you’re talking about.” Hannah grabbed her sister’s arm and pulled her down on the couch. “Take a deep breath and calm down.”

“I can’t! Tonight is going to be a nightmare. If I didn’t have to go, I wouldn’t, but I have to go because I’m selling the condos for Roger. And it’ll be even worse for you. I just don’t know how we’re going to get through it with her there!”

“Who’s her?” Hannah asked, doing her best not to sound exasperated at Andrea’s overuse of pronouns.

“Doctor Bev! She’s back in town! And Sally thinks she’s dead set on revenge!”

Chapter Two


As she stepped inside the beautifully decorated lobby of the recently renovated Albion Hotel, Hannah decided that her struggle to get dressed in her very best outfit might just have been worth it. She’d taken a quick peek at the hotel when it was being remodeled, but she hadn’t seen it now that it was finished.

The lobby was absolutely gorgeous. It took up half of the ground floor and it was designed as a recreation and party area for the occupants of the seven luxury condos on the floors above. The old original mahogany floor had been torn up and the best boards saved and refinished. They made up a parquet design around the borders of six massive rose-patterned carpets, each featuring a different variety and color of rose. Wing chairs and couches in matching colors formed five conversational groupings. The sixth carpet held several game tables with matching chairs.

Since she was there early and happened to be the sole occupant of the lobby now that Andrea had gone off to the ladies’ room, Hannah walked around to take a look at the lovely rugs. The first rug showcased yellow roses and the rose name, Midas Touch, was woven into the border. As she explored the rest of the lobby and read the rose names, Hannah thought about how much fun it must be to name a rose. The purple ones were Ebb Tide, the pink were Tiffany, the orange blooms were Tahitian Sunset, the white were Polar Star, and her favorite, the red roses, were called Sedona.

As she neared the huge window overlooking the garden on the side of the lobby, she saw that a sizable area had been reserved for special use. Tonight it would be a dance floor with a raised platform that had been set up for a dance band. Chairs, microphones, and a sound system were already in place.

Hannah had just seated herself in a wing chair on the Sedona rose rug to wait for her sister when she saw Lisa beckoning to her from the doorway of the Red Velvet Lounge.

“I need to talk to you, Hannah!” she called out.

“I’ll be right there.” Hannah got up and walked across the lobby to the bar and grill that occupied the other half of the hotel’s ground floor. One glance inside the open doorway and she was suitably impressed. Roger Dalworth, the money man behind converting the old hotel, had done a great job of preserving an early nineteen-hundreds look. The faceted crystal decanters behind the highly polished oak bar glittered in the beams from halogen lights positioned at strategic places in the ceiling. The sepia-tone prints in old-fashioned frames that lined the wood-paneled walls depicted the Albion in its heyday. There were also some scenes of Lake Eden life from that time period, and a player piano complete with a wooden case that held at least three dozen piano rolls. Best of all, the banks of booths that lined the perimeter of the room were upholstered in a shade of red velvet that perfectly matched the color of the red velvet cupcakes that they were serving tonight.

Lisa was arranging cupcakes on the three-tiered revolving display that her husband, Herb, had built for them. When she spotted Hannah, she left her work and rushed over. “I’m glad you’re here, Hannah. There’s something I’ve got to tell you!”

“It’s okay, Lisa. I know. Andrea told me.”

“Thank goodness! I was worried sick you’d run into her before anyone told you. Does Norman know?”

“He should by now. Mother talked to Carrie and Carrie was going to call him.”

“This is bad, Hannah. What are you going to do?”

“Not a thing until I find out why she’s back.”

Lisa considered that for a moment. “Okay. I guess that makes sense. But I just know she’s going to try to get even with you for exposing the truth about her. There’s no other reason for her to come back here. You’ve got to be careful, Hannah.”

“I will be.”

“Just don’t make the mistake of underestimating her. She might be all sweetness and light tonight, but you can’t judge a book by its cover and you know she’s bad to the bone. She’s dangerous, too. You have to remember that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

Hannah gave her first genuine laugh of the evening.

“What’s so funny?” Lisa asked.

“You just used three clichés in a row.”

Lisa thought about that for a minute. “It’s four, unless you didn’t count the Shakespeare quote.”

“It’s not a Shakespeare quote.”

“It’s not?”

“No. It’s a misattribution.”

“A what?”

“A misquote of something William Congreve wrote in the late seventeenth century. And I did count it.”