CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
It had been almost two weeks since Petunia’s memorial party and business at the shop had skyrocketed. Not only had the local press featured the girls and the ghastly business with the Reverend, but the national press had picked up on it too. It seemed that Aphrodite’s Closet was becoming famous. There were so many customers coming in and out of the shop every day that the girls were forced to take on extra staff.
“What should I do with these, dear?” Trixie asked Coco on her very first day.
Coco grinned, looking at the Sonic Flutterers in Trixie’s hands. “I thought you knew, Trixie?” she joked. “Do you realise that we sold out of them last week?”
“Really?” Trixie asked.
“Yes, pretty much all of the ladies from your Ladies Luncheon Club came and bought one after you
