Chapter Three: The Dead Woman in the Ring

Celeste’s eyes reddened, but she did not cry. “Then that is enough. I don’t care who wears the bridal gown.” She faced Adrian. “Someone wants Mira at the altar. Let’s allow them to believe their plan is working.” For the first time, all three stood on the same side. Bright Vow Studio locked down for the next forty-eight hours. After hearing the story, Jo remained silent for half a minute. “So we’re planning a wedding where the bride may be switched, one guest is a killer, and the host’s father may be responsible for an old massacre?” “Excellent summary,” Mira said. “Triple the rush fee. And buy the highest accident insurance for the crew.” Jo opened her laptop.