The Rags-To-Riches Wife
Her secret was safe, Lily Miller reminded herself again as she stared past the sea of mourners to the casket. A crack of thunder sounded overhead and clouds darkened the Eastwick skyline, causing the mid-May temperatures to dip below the fifty-degree mark.
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust," the minister began. Tears welled in Lily's eyes and she reached into her coat pocket to retrieve a tissue. Dabbing at her eyes, she thought of the woman she had come to mourn — Lucinda "Bunny" Baldwin, the darling of Eastwick, Connecticut, society, the editor of the titillating Eastwick Social Diary and the woman who, oddly enough, had been her friend. How was it possible that she was dead, the victim of a heart attack at age fifty-two?
Lily thought back to the last time she had seen Bunny — only two days ago. She had been so vibrant, all excited about some juicy new tidbit of gossip that, no doubt, would have appeared in one of her upcoming issues of the Diary.
"We commend the soul of our sister, Lucinda, to You, Lord," the minister continued.
Guilt tugged at Lily as she remembered Bunny's knowing looks duri ... read full excerpt from: The Rags-To-Riches Wife ebook
