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The appointment at the mairie to get married was only a little over a week off. Fifty of their friends were showing up to La Baraque to celebrate afterwards—and Molly and Ben were nowhere near ready. After the brief flirtation with catering from La Metairie, the intention had been to make the party low-key—but with only eight days to go, it was going to be no-key if she didn’t put the Petit case aside and start knocking items off her list. She had no menu, no food, no dress. At this rate, the guests would be arriving to a messy house decorated with Angela Langevin’s flowers, and Molly dressed in blue jeans.
That’s not funny, she told herself.
Focus.
But it was next to impossible, with their prime suspect being yanked away just when he had been developing so well. Molly had known, no
