Chapter Four
After that, it was blessedly quiet. I had gotten my fill of quarreling guests and happily delved back into the wonderful, deadly, world of Agatha Christie until it was time to get ready for dinner.
Since dinner had sounded like a pretty fancy affair, I put on my black dress and some simple jewelry and headed back downstairs to join the others. I was relieved to hear the sound of laughter when I walked out on the porch. Apparently, everyone had lightened up and was prepared to be on their best behavior for the dinner that Grace had clearly put some effort into planning. Even Scott appeared to be behaving himself.
The porch was lit up with candles as the sun set and the table was laden with food—side dishes of every type imaginable. There were servers hovering in the wings, w
