Murder Mystery Wedding
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“Well, what do you think?” I asked the bride. “Is it too much?”
She looked at me with her pretty blue eyes and smiled. She was in her late twenties and had a nice figure that she knew how to dress for maximum effect. The dress was short but tasteful. It wasn’t tight or revealing but showed off her long legs and shapely rear.
“I think it’s perfect,” she said. “It’s so sexy.”
I grinned back at her. “Then you’re going to love the surprise I have for you.”
We were standing on the dance floor of the wedding reception. We’d been dancing for a while, and people were starting to get hungry. I’d been standing there for a few minutes waiting for the bride to make up her mind about the dress when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
The woman who tapped me was wearing a black dress. It was sleeveless, but it did cover her shoulders and upper arms. She also wore a nice pair of heels. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she had on some light makeup.
“You’re not one of the bridesmaids,” she said. “Are you one of the groomsmen?”
“No, I’m just a friend of the groom.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “I saw you before, but you were dancing with the other girls, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“So, are you one of the groomsmen?” she asked again.
“Nope, I’m just a friend.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to talk later.”
She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. Then she turned and walked away. I watched her leave.
“Who was that?” the bride asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “She seemed like a nice girl.”
“Hmm, yeah, I can see why she’d be attracted to you. You’re not bad looking yourself.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Don’t worry about her. I think she’s a little insecure. I’d bet she’s married and just trying to find something to do with herself. So, is the dress okay?”
“Yep, it’s perfect.”
“Good. Now let’s get back to the party. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
***
We were in the main ballroom of the hotel. There were tables and chairs scattered around, and there were lights hanging from the ceiling. The room was filled with people, and music played over the speakers.
The bride looked beautiful. She had on a strapless white dress, and her hair was curled and pulled up into a bun. She wore a nice pair of high heels, and she carried a bouquet of flowers.
The groom was dressed in a tux. He’d been dancing with her for a while, and they were having fun. As we approached them, I grabbed the bride’s hand and whispered in her ear.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Okay, then. Hold on to my arm and close your eyes.”
The groom noticed us approaching, and he grinned at me. “Hey, guys,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I said. “Just waiting for the bride.”
“Sure, sure,” he said. “Now, I can’t wait to hear what this surprise is.”
He was smiling, but his eyes were fixed on the bride.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll tell you after we’re done.”
“Sounds good,” he said.
We stood there for a moment.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go dance.”
The groom grinned and took the bride’s hand. They started moving to the music. We followed behind them.
We danced for a few minutes, and then we stopped and watched the couple as they continued their slow dance. The bride was smiling, and the groom was staring at her with his dark eyes.
“So, what did you have planned?” the groom asked.
“Nothing special,” I said. “Just something I thought would be fun.”
“Oh, really?” he said.
“Yeah, really. But we’ll talk about it later.”
They danced a little more before the bride stopped. She looked up at the groom and smiled. “This has been so much fun,” she said. “I’ve never had a chance to do something like this before.”
“Well, then, I guess it’s time for your surprise,” I said.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “What is it?”
“Well, we’re going to go outside, and I’m going to give you a ride in my car. Then, when we get there, you’re going to get out of the car. And then, you’re going to go into the hotel.”
“What?” she said.
“Yep,” I said. “That’s the surprise.”
“But how are we going to get back inside?” the groom asked.
“There’s an underground parking garage that we can use to come back up.”
“And why are we doing all this?” the groom asked.
“Because we can, and because it’s fun,” I said.
“Well, okay,” he said. “If you say so.”
The bride was looking at me with her big green eyes. She was smiling.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Okay, then.”
I took the bride’s hand, and we walked over to the elevators.
We rode up to the top floor, and I pulled us through the door and down the hall. We entered the parking garage, and I found a spot close to the elevator. The doors closed, and I pressed the button.
“Okay,” I said. “Open your eyes.”
She did as I asked, and her eyes widened as she saw the car.
“Wow,” she said. “Is this yours?”
“Yeah, it’s mine,” I said. “Come on.”
“I can’t believe you own a Lamborghini.”
“It’s not even that nice,” I said. “Actually, it’s pretty beat up.”
“But still, it’s a Lamborghini,” she said. “How much do you think it costs?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never really looked at the price tag.”
“I bet it’s a lot,” she said.
“Probably,” I said. “But I bought it cheap.”
“Well, okay,” she said. “Why are we here?”
“To show you something,” I said.
“Something?”
“Yep,” I said. “You’re going to love it.”
The elevator stopped, and we got off. I took the bride’s hand again, and we walked into the garage. We were in a dark, empty space, and I could see the red lights of the elevators. I led her around a corner and into another section of the garage. I had to use my flashlight to find the car, but once I did, I turned it off and we stood there looking at each other.
“So, what is it?” she asked.
“Come on,” I said. “I’ll show you.”
I took her hand, and we started walking. The car was parked in the darkest part of the garage. I turned on the light, and she gasped.
“Wow,” she said. “Is this real?”
“Yes, it’s real,” I said. “It’s my baby.”
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“I’ve always loved cars,” I said. “I just bought it a few months ago. I’ve only driven it a couple of times, though.”
“Have you ever driven it fast?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “A little.”
“Can we go for a ride?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said. “Let me just get my keys.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the keys. They were long and thin, and I handed them to her. She took them with her big green eyes looking up at me.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “This is your car.”
“Absolutely,” I said. “Go ahead.”
She opened the door and got inside. I watched as she put her seat belt on. It was a standard, so it was easy enough for her to figure out. Once she did, she turned to look at me.
“Okay,” she said. “Put the key in the ignition.”
I did as she asked. When I turned it, the engine started right away.
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Nice,” I said. “But not too nice.”
“You mean the sound?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I like it, but I don’t want it to be too loud.”
“Okay,” she said. “So, how do I turn it off?”
“Just hit the button,” I said. “That’s it.”
“Got it,” she said. “Now, what are we doing?”
“We’re going for a ride,” I said.
“Where?” she asked.
“Anywhere,” I said. “Why?”
“Because you said we could,” she said.
“Yeah, but where do you want to go?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Just drive.”
“Okay,” I said. “Then let’s go.”
I put the car in gear and turned onto the street. We drove down the block and turned onto the freeway. The bride sat up straight, and I looked over at her.
“Are you scared?” I asked.
“Not really,” she said. “I’ve never been in a car like this before.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s safe.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “The only thing you need to worry about is not hitting anyone.”
“I can do that,” she said.
“What’s the speed limit here?” I asked.
“Uh, fifty,” she said.
“Fifty?” I asked. “You think we should go faster than that?”
“Why not?” she asked. “This car looks fast.”
“I guess so,” I said. “Let’s see if it handles better than it looks.”
“Okay,” she said.
I took my foot off the brake, and we accelerated quickly. It was much faster than I had expected, and I knew that the bride would be shocked. She wasn’t, though. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it. I smiled when I saw her smiling back at me.
“This is fun,” she said. “Can we do this again?”
“Sure,” I said. “Why not? As long as you’re having fun.”
“I am,” she said. “How fast are we going?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. “We just got on the freeway.”
“Oh,” she said. “So, what’s the speed limit here?”
“I think it’s eighty,” I said. “But why are you asking?”
“I just want to know how fast we’re going,” she said.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “Let me look.”
I took my eyes off of the road and looked at the speedometer. It read seventy-five. I glanced back at her, and she was staring out the window.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she said. “I mean, I know it’s your car, but why are we going so fast?”
“Because I’m driving,” I said. “And because I like to drive.”
“You’re not too bad,” she said. “I bet you could be a racecar driver.”
“That’s kind of what I’m trying to do,” I said. “But racing is hard. You have to be good enough to make it in the big leagues. That means being fast, and being good at everything else. You also need money. Lots of it.”
“Are you rich?” she asked.
“Not yet,” I said. “But I hope to be someday.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, where do you live?” she asked.
“Just outside of Austin,” I said. “What about you?”
“In Houston,” she said. “Do you know it?”
“No,” I said. “I’ve never been there before.”
“Well, you should go sometime,” she said. “It’s really nice.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll probably get there someday.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I’m going to marry you.”
“What?” I asked.
“You heard me,” she said. “I’m going to marry you.”
“Okay,” I said. “Why?”
“Because you’re hot,” she said. “And you’re sweet.”
“Thanks,” I said. “But that’s not why I’m marrying you.”
“What is?” she asked.
“Because you’re beautiful,” I said. “And you’re smart.”
“Oh,” she said. “So, you want to marry me for my looks?”
“That’s one reason,” I said. “But I also like you.”
“You like me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I do.”
“But you don’t know me,” she said.
“True,” I said. “But I’m willing to give you a chance.”
“That’s kind of romantic,” she said. “I like it.”
“Then I guess we should get married,” I said. “Otherwise, I’ll never see you again.”
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Back to the party,” I said. “I can’t imagine you wouldn’t want to see your friends after this.”
“I didn’t say that,” she said. “But I don’t think they’d like me seeing them so soon after what happened.”
“Well, I think they would,” I said. “We need to get back anyway.”
“Okay,” she said. “So, how do we get married?”
“There’s a justice of the peace in Austin,” I said. “I’ll take you there and we can get married.”
“How much is it?” she asked.
“About fifty bucks,” I said. “I’m not sure how much a justice of the peace is supposed to cost, but that’s what they told me.”
“Fifty dollars? That seems really expensive,” she said. “Can we find someone else?”
“No,” I said. “I’ve already been through all this. It’s too late now.”
“But that’s so much money!” she said. “I don’t have any on me.”
“Okay,” I said. “We’ll go back to my place and I’ll call my dad. He has some cash he can lend us.”
“I don’t want to borrow money from your dad,” she said. “He doesn’t know me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll tell him that I’m lending you the money for an emergency.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “Do you think he’ll believe you?”
“Probably not,” I said. “But we need to get married tonight. There’s no time to waste.”
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s just do it then.”
“Okay,” I said. “And I’ll drive you home after the wedding.”
“What about my car?” she asked.
“I’ll leave it here,” I said. “I’ll give you a ride back in the morning.”
“I’ll be glad to get out of that thing,” she said. “It’s really uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” I said. “Then let’s go.”
The End