"They'll just be there, adding grace and elegance to the occasion.
"We're not going to do anything with them," Samantha said impatiently. Surely that wasn't what she had in mind, was it? "What are we going to do with them at the wedding?" I suppressed a shudder at the thought of peacocks, roasted with the feathers still on, gracing the buffet table. "I see," I said, although actually I didn't. As far as Samantha was concerned, the entire universe revolved around her upcoming wedding, and as maid of honor, I was expected to share her obsession. "I just called to tell you we need some peacocks." "Oh, don't be silly, Meg," the voice continued. I opened one eye to peer at the clock: it was 6:00 A.M. "I beg your pardon, you must have the wrong number," I mumbled. I had become so used to hysterical dawn phone calls that I only muttered one halfhearted oath before answering. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. Soon, level-headed Meg's to-do list extends from flower arrangements and bridal registries to catching a killer-before the next catered event is her own funeral. But it seems this lady has offended one too many when she's found dead in suspicious circumstances, followed by a string of accidents-some fatal. Only help from the town's drop-dead gorgeous hunk, disappointingly rumored to be gay, keeps Meg afloat in a sea of dotty relatives and outrageous neighbors.Īnd, in whirl of summer parties and picnics, Southern hospitality is strained to the limit by an offensive newcomer who hints at skeletons in the guests' closets. One bride is set on including a Native American herbal purification ceremony, while another wants live peacocks on the lawn. Down in her small Virginia hometown, she's maid of honor at the nuptials of three loved ones-each of whom has dumped the planning in her capable hands. So far Meg Langslow's summer is not going swimmingly.
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