Sugar and Iced (Cupcake Bakery Mystery) (3 page)

Mel spent the afternoon and the next morning brood
ing about what her brother had said. Was he right? Was it silly of her to refuse to do the pageant, especially now that her mother was going to be helping Lupe?

There was no doubt this would make it pretty impossible for Joyce to keep ignoring her. Ugh, the things she did for her family.

“Mel, we have to go!” Angie called from the front of the bakery.

“I’m almost ready,” Mel called back. She had just finished frosting a batch of Classic Chocolate Cupcakes with vanilla frosting. Yes, it was an old-school cupcake, but judging by her sales numbers, it was also the most popular cupcake, beating out every other exotic flavor hands down.

She hefted the tray onto her shoulder and carried it to the walk-in cooler. She was dreading today’s meeting with Cici Hastings, the Sweet Tiara Pageant coordinator. She could not imagine what she would have to say to the woman. Even though she knew this was an opportunity to mend the rift with her mother, she really struggled with the whole pageanty thing.

“Come on!” Angie barked from the door. “We’ve got to go or we’re going to be late.”

“I’m coming,” Mel said. She stood in the chiller for a moment to assess the array of cupcakes. Maybe she should stay and bake more and let Angie take the meeting.

“I’ve seen desert tortoises that move faster than you,” Angie said, appearing in the doorway to the walk-in. She reached out and grabbed Mel’s hand and yanked her out of the chiller. “Now come on.”

“Fine,” Mel said. She took off her apron and grabbed her purse from her office.

Together, she and Angie left the kitchen through the bakery. Tate and Marty were manning the counter. Three of the bakery’s regulars, Wendy Resnik, Darenna Rainsdon, and Diana Welsch, were standing in front of the counter, debating flavors.

“What’s the flavor of the day?” Darenna asked. She tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder as she leaned close to the display case, pressing her lips together in concentration as if willing a cupcake to call out to her.

“The Salted Caramel,” Marty said. “It’s to die for.”

“I’ll take a dozen,” Wendy said.

Darenna and Diana gave her matching raised-eyebrow looks of concern. This was particularly intimidating coming from Diana, with her rectangular-framed glasses and close-cropped hair.

“What? I’m bringing them back to the library,” Wendy said. The other two continued to stare at her and Wendy shook her auburn bob in exasperation and added, “To share with everyone.”

“Uh-huh,” Diana said.

Mel laughed. All three ladies worked at the Phoenix Public Library and she always looked forward to their book input.

“Hello, ladies,” she said. “So, fire away, what’s on your current recommended reading list?”

Angie glanced at her watch. “We are officially late. Stop stalling.”

“I am not stalling,” Mel protested as Angie pushed her toward the door. “Besides, it isn’t like the beauty pageant needs our cupcakes
today
.”

“Beauty pageant? You’re doing a beauty pageant? In that case, read the Sweet Potato Queens,” Darenna said, raising her voice as the door began to shut. “They’ll get you in the right frame of—”

On the sidewalk, Mel frowned at Angie. “That was rude.”

“So is being late for a business meeting,” she said. “Now move it.”

Mel drove her Mini Cooper to the upscale resort where the pageant was taking place. She parked in the small visitor’s lot and she and Angie crossed the circular drive in front of the main doors to enter the lobby.

The resort was an older one, converted from the shell of a ranch house. It was all whitewashed stucco and thick wooden beams. A fire was roaring in the huge stone fireplace and the furniture was the sort of thick pine log and leather stuff you’d expect to find on a ranch in the middle of the high country.

A smartly dressed Native American woman with long black hair and pretty features greeted them.

“Welcome to the Lazy J resort,” she said. “My name is Lydia. What can I do for you?”

“We’re here to meet with Cici Hastings,” Mel said. “About the pageant.”

Lydia nodded. “I believe she is in our main ballroom. If you’ll follow me?”

She came around the counter and Mel and Angie fell into step beside her. She walked in long, loping strides that were easy for Mel to match but left Angie doing double time, as she was much shorter than the other two.

They crossed through an opulent lounge that featured a cozy bar, which opened up to an expansive poolside patio, and through a set of large French doors into a cavernous ballroom. Several of the hotel staff were scurrying around the room setting up tables and chairs while a camera and sound crew rigged their equipment. At the far end of the ballroom was the stage, where several men in work attire were erecting a spectacularly glittered backdrop that featured a tiara the size of a Cadillac floating in the air.

In front of the stage, a slight woman stood with her back to them. Mel noted that her platinum hair was done up in a fancy cascade of curls. She was dressed in an aqua chemise with a black jacket that had matching aqua piping along its hem. Her shoes were black platforms that made Mel’s feet hurt just to look at them.

“Mrs. Hastings,” Lydia said. “I have some young women here to see you.”

The woman turned to face them and Mel heard Angie gasp beside her. She was not surprised. From behind, she had expected Cici Hastings to be somewhere in her thirties or forties, but when she turned to face them, Mel saw that Cici had the well-preserved good looks of a woman who knew how to apply makeup after about eighty-odd years of living.

Instead of the thick spackle that a lot of older women used, Cici seemed to have a light hand with the foundation and her eye makeup was soft, making her pretty blue eyes sparkle. But there was no denying the wrinkles that creased the corners of her eyes and around her lips.

“Thank you, Lydia,” Mrs. Hastings said and Lydia departed with a nod.

“How can I help, y’all?” Cici asked. Mel noted there was a southern flare to Cici’s speech and she wondered where she came from originally.

“I’m Melanie Cooper and this is my partner, Angie DeLaura,” Mel said. “We own Fairy Tale Cupcakes, the bakery.”

“Oh, yes, Ginny told me about your little shop,” Cici said. Mel decided that Cici wasn’t trying to insult them by using the word
little
. It was just the way she talked, making everything sound cute and lovely. Mel had met her type before.

“I’m not sure how we’d work it,” Mel said. “Having us bake cupcakes that the contestants come up with. We generally just provide cupcakes for venues.”

Cici gave Mel a sharp look and Mel had the feeling that Cici could hear the disdain in her voice for the pageant even though she was quite certain she had buried it way down deep.

“You could do both,” Cici said. “If we could have a tower of cupcakes on each day of the pageant, well, that would certainly be special, and with live television coverage, it would give your little shop quite a surge of publicity.”

Mel frowned. Now she was pretty sure the
little
comment was intended as an insult. She glanced at Angie, expecting her fiery friend to jump into the fray with her hot temper, but no. Angie was staring at the huge floating tiara with something akin to wonder.

“Is that where Miss Sweet Tiara is crowned?” Angie asked.

Cici turned back to the stage. “Yes, indeed. Come and check it out.”

“No, thank you, we’re really pressed for time,” Mel said.

“No, we’re not,” Angie said. “Tate and Marty have everything under control.”

Cici turned and walked around the front of the stage to the side. She stepped over a pile of cables and a toolbox, leaving Mel and Angie no choice but to follow.

They stood in the center of the stage, with the catwalk that Miss Sweet Tiara would walk looming in front of them like a fashion show runway.

“Picture this room full of people with their eyes on you, and you have an idea what our contestants are facing,” Cici said. “They need to comport themselves with the utmost poise, grace, and decorum.”

“And a big pair of ta-tas wouldn’t hurt, either,” Mel whispered to Angie.

To Mel’s surprise, Angie didn’t laugh. Instead, she gave Mel an annoyed look and said, “Shh.”

“Oh, no, you are not buying into this,” Mel said. “Angie, this is ridiculous. It’s a beauty pageant.”

Cici strode over to a black velvet box on the table. Beside it was a deep pink satin sash. She popped the latch and pulled out a sparkling tiara. She said nothing but moved to stand behind Angie and put the tiara on her head.

She started humming some sappy tune and gave Angie a gentle push toward the catwalk. “Don’t forget to wave,” she sang.

To Mel’s shock, Angie straightened her back and walked down the catwalk, waving at the imaginary audience. Everyone in the room paused in what they were doing and began to clap and cheer. Angie spun around at the end of the catwalk and began to stride back to the stage. She looked radiant, with a beaming smile parting her lips and a sparkle in her eyes.

“Mel, seriously, you have got to try this,” Angie said.

“No.”

“Come on,” Angie said, jumping up and down. “For me.”

Mel felt her usually dormant stubborn streak kick in. She wasn’t sure why she was being so difficult about it, but she didn’t like the knowing gleam in Cici’s eyes and she definitely didn’t want the hotel staff and stage builders watching as she sashayed down the catwalk. She’d probably trip and make a complete ass of herself.

“I don’t—” she began to protest but it was too late.

Cici put the tiara on her head and gave her a much less gentle shove toward the catwalk.

“This is stupid!” she hissed at Angie as she walked by her.

But Angie wasn’t listening. She had moved to stand beside Cici and the two of them were humming some ridiculous theme.

“I’m not doing this,” Mel said. She could feel the fine combs of the tiara biting into her scalp. “I feel ridiculous.”

One of the set builders came over with an armful of plastic tulips and held them out to her with a bow, giving Mel no choice but to accept them or look churlish.

Getting into the spirit of things, a woman who’d been fussing with the draping on the platform came over and dropped a cloth swag around Mel’s shoulders as if it were a long gown.

“This will give you the swish effect,” the woman said. She gave Mel a hard nudge while Angie and Cici kept humming through their noses.

“Fine,” Mel said. She began to stomp down the catwalk that divided the room, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible.

About halfway down the platform, she noticed that some of the hotel staff people were waving at her. With a sigh she shifted her flowers and waved back. They broke into enthusiastic applause, and Mel couldn’t stop the smile that parted her lips. At the end she turned around and the stage crew clapped and cheered her return. She cradled the plastic flowers in one arm while giving a dainty wave with her right hand.

Okay, Mel had to admit there was something pretty sweet about having a tiara planted on your head while you strolled down a catwalk to raucous cries and enthusiastic applause.

When she reached Cici and Angie, she grinned and said, “Okay, there’s something about sparkly headgear that makes your brain turn to goo, isn’t there?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Cici said with a wink. “I think we can talk particulars now.”

“What is this?” a woman stepped out onto the stage, looking irritated. “Why isn’t this stage set done yet? We are on a tight schedule, people.”

Mel felt the drapery get yanked off of her shoulders and the man who had handed her the faux tulips snatched them back and hurried away.

A woman with long dark hair strode across the floor toward them. She wore a satin lavender tank top over a black pencil skirt and spiky heels. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin and she looked supremely cranky.

She fanned her face and asked, “Do they not have air conditioning in here?”

“No one else is hot,” Cici said. “Just you.” In a stage whisper she added, “The change will do that to a gal.”

The woman with the dark hair gave her an unpleasant look and then said, “Oh, that’s right, you went through it ages ago, didn’t you, Cici?”

Angie gave Mel a look that said “Ouch!” and Mel raised her eyebrows.

“Mariel Mars, may I introduce Melanie Cooper and Angie DeLaura,” Cici said. She turned to Mel and Angie and said, “Mariel is our head judge and a former winner of the Sweet Tiara Beauty Pageant.”

“Who are you and why are you here?” Mariel asked. She looked them up and down, obviously finding their casual attire wanting.

“Cupcake bakers,” Angie said. “We’ll be baking what the contestants invent and we’ll be providing a cupcake tower for each day’s events.”

“Oh.” Mariel looked unimpressed. She glanced at Mel and her look turned mean. “I didn’t realize that being cupcake bakers was a crown-worthy occupation. Obviously I’m in the wrong profession.”

Mel felt her face get hot with mortification and she reached up and lifted the tiara off of her and handed it to Cici.