Excerpt
Lexy's stomach fluttered as she approached the massive oak door. Balancing a huge glass tray loaded with artfully stacked towers of lemon, cheese and strawberry Danish pastries in one hand, she teetered up the steps on the spikes of her Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She still felt a bit intimidated by the large house even though she had been there twice before. The elegant Victorian, owned by the absurdly wealthy Toliver family for the entire one hundred and fifty years of its existence, had bragging rights of being the biggest house in their little town.
She shifted the weight of the tray onto her shoulder, careful not to tip it. The Danish were part of the setup for a morning brunch—a fancy affair to celebrate the upcoming wedding of aging family patriarch Xavier Toliver. The catering job could give a big boost to her little bakery business and she wanted everything to go perfectly.
Lexy took a deep breath. She grabbed the cold brass doorknocker, rapping it against the plate to announce her arrival. Instead of the expected sound of footsteps coming to the door, she heard the squeak of hinges. The door swung open on its own, beckoning her inside.
"Hello?" she ventured. Maybe they're all busy getting ready and left it open so I could let myself in.
Lexy pushed the door wider taking a tentative step into the marble foyer.
"Hello...it's me, Lexy Baker from the Cup and Cake." No answer. Lexy shrugged. Better get to work. She shifted the tray so the palm of her hand would steady it and bear most of the weight. Proceeding forward she made her way through the foyer to the great hall which led to the kitchen. Hollow clacking sounds from her heels on the cold tile bounced off the oak paneled walls.
The hallway opened up into the expansive kitchen. Even though the house was old, the kitchen was modernized - a showcase of gleaming granite and oak.
"Is anyone here? I have the pastries."
Lexy entered the kitchen. Looking for the best place to set the Danish, her eyes scanned the room, then settled on a pair of long tables covered in white cloths which had been placed by the palladium windows.
She skirted around the massive kitchen island, heading toward the tables. Something sticking out from behind the breakfast bar caught her eye. Were those feet?
She took a few steps over to get a closer look. They were feet—well dressed feet wearing the latest Steve Madden pumps laying at an impossible angle on the floor.
Lexy knew something was very wrong. She wanted to run, but her body seemed to have other ideas and it stepped closer to the feet. Against her will, her head craned around the corner.
Crash!
Lexy felt sharp pinches on her ankles and saw Danish pastries bouncing off the floor. She heard a loud, high scream that wouldn't stop. It took her a few minutes to realize the scream was coming from her.