"Uh, oh, here comes trouble," Millicent
If this was trouble, Helen Hawthorne wished she had it.
A Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud pulled up in front of Millicent's
Bridal Salon on Las Olas Boulevard.
This was a vintage Rolls, the car of
new movie stars and old money. Its long, sculpted curves
were the color of well-polished
family silver. The shiny new Porsches, Beemers and Ferraris
on the fashionable Fort Lauderdale street looked like cheap
toys next to it.
The driver's door opened with an expensive thunk! Out
stepped a chauffeur in a uniform tailored to show off his
broad shoulders and long legs. His pants hugged the best
buns beyond the Gran Forno bakery. His hint of a beard would
feel deliciously rough on bare skin.
The chauffeur jogged to the rear passenger door with an
"Baby, you can drive my car," Helen
"Sorry, sweetie, Rod's taken," Millicent said, "and
it's battle stations. They have an appointment here."
The chauffeur opened the door. Helen saw a candy-pink spike
heel like something from Barbie's dream closet. Was the woman
wearing a size-four shoe? Did they make a size four? Helen
was six feet tall and didn't know much about petite people-wear.
This woman might reach five feet. She had on a sleeveless
pink dress with a flirty pleated skirt.
"Oh, my God," Helen said, as the woman slid out
of the car. "She's not wearing any panties."
"Typical," Millicent said. "How
can Kiki spend so much money and look so cheap? That dress
is two thousand dollars and it's suitable for a child of
"On a woman of forty," Helen
"Forty!" Millicent said. "Kiki Shenrad is
fifty if she's a day —and tucked so tight she has hospital
Kiki threw her arms around the hunky chauffeur and pulled
him toward her. She soul-kissed him and ran a slender leg
along his muscular one.
"She better pick out a dress quick," Helen said. "I
think they're going to consummate the marriage right on the
Millicent didn't hear her. She was pulling wedding gowns
from the racks. Helen knew she should help her boss, but
she couldn't tear herself from the show outside the shop
A small figure emerged from the huge Rolls like a mouse
from a hole, and crept around the nearly copulating couple.
Miss Mouse was about twenty with no-color hair scraped into
a messy ponytail. Her gray sweats were baggy, but Helen guessed
a slender figure was buried in that lumpy cloth.
"You'd think Kiki would give her maid a decent castoff
dress," Helen said.
Millicent looked up from the snowstorm
of white chiffon and satin on the silver display stand. "Maid? That's
the bride —Desiree Shenrad."
"Uh, oh," Helen said. "We've
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