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Cat arrived at Angie’s home at 10 a.m., surprisingly early, since Cat usually didn’t face the light of day until 9 a.m., and took another two hours to dress, fix her hair, and put on make-up.
Last evening, Angie had phoned her and told her someone had been inside the Clover Lane house. Cat then realized Angie had duplicated the house key and proceeded to lecture her about it. Angie assumed she was there that morning to demand the key.
“Have you chosen a wedding planner yet?” Cat asked as she sauntered into the living room.
Her words were a surprise. But if Cat wanted to make Angie feel bad, she had succeeded. “No,” Angie confessed. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m spending more time trying to find someone to hire than I am working on my wedding plans.”
“What about your dress?” Ca
