Free Vegas or Bust: An Aggie Underhill Mystery by Michelle Ann Hollstein, Laura Martinez Page A

horrible feeling returned to his gut, telling him that something was wrong.  “Well, go have a seat.  Anywhere will be fine.”
    “Thanks,” Roger said, shaking Jack’s hand and patting him on the back.  “We’ll have to light up some wedding cigars during the reception.  You do have cigars, don’t you?”
    “I quit smoking,” Jack said.
    “You quit?” Roger asked. 
    “Miriam doesn’t like it.”
    “She wouldn’t stop you from having a cigar on your wedding day, would she?”
    Jack shrugged.  “Maybe.”
    “It’s not like you’re inhaling the smoke.  A cigar is for tasting,” Roger said, winking at him. “We’ll sneak you one.” 
    The four of them walked down the aisle and filed into the third row from the altar on the right side of the room.  The first two rows on each side were already filled, and a few other people were scattered in the rows behind them.  Aggie was surprised to see a couple of familiar faces from the cruise.  FBI agents, Gladys and George, were sitting in the row across from them.  Gladys leaned forward and waved.  Aggie smiled politely and returned the wave.  George leaned forward to see who Gladys was waving at.  He nodded and then winked.  Aggie felt her face flush.  She wondered if he was winking or just had something in his eye.  Just then she heard giddy giggling beside her.  She turned to see Anita blushing.  Anita wiggled her cute petite digits at George and he smiled.
    Embarrassed, Aggie pretended not to have noticed the wink.  She hoped that no one had seen her confusion as to whom it was for.  She looked around and admired the chapel.  She had to admit that Miriam had stunning taste which was quite surprising.  From what she remembered, Miriam was a bit on the plain side.  Mousy would be a good word to describe her.  Aggie remembered how she dressed on the cruise.  Her shirts were always tucked in and her shorts were darn near pulled up to her chin.  And she always had a great big bow tied into the back of her hair.  But Aggie did have to admit that on formal dining night, Miriam had dressed rather nicely in a stunning emerald green dress.  Aggie remembered admiring it.  She decided deep down inside, Miriam had good taste that was trying to break free.
    The aisle down the middle of the chapel had hundreds of pink and white rose petals scattered among the beige tiles.  The front of the chapel had a beige carpeted stage with two huge clear glass vases filled with beautiful fresh cut pink and white roses.  Three tall glass candle holders were at the back of the altar.  The entire room was lit up by candle light and the lamps suspended from the ceiling.  Aggie wondered if they’d turn the lights off and do the ceremony completely by candlelight.  She felt that would be very romantic. 
    Turning in her seat to get a better look at the rest of the chapel, Aggie admired the chairs.  They were draped with lovely beige fabric and dark green satin bows were tied at the back.  Placed on the floor at the end of each row was a tall glass vase with a lit candle inside.  She glanced over at the rows behind her and noticed Jack greeting a few more guests.  Again, she looked around the room.  There were about twenty guests seated.  Suddenly, another familiar face caught her attention.  A smiling redhead with severely short, straight bangs, and shoulder length hair caught Aggie’s eye.  She was sitting two rows behind her.  Aggie waved, recognizing Bianca, the manager of the restaurant on the cruise ship.  Bianca had been very kind and helped her order gluten free meals every night from the menu.  She’d even been kind enough to give Aggie her phone number and personal information on the last day of the cruise so they could keep in touch.
    At least Bianca was kind enough to keep in contact with me, Aggie thought.  Even though she never used the information Bianca had given her.  Though, she did email her to thank her for being so helpful on