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shuttle sleighs, and spoken to the principal, Mr. Purvis, they were on their way to the Lake Eden Community Center to meet Marge Beeseman at the library and to check in with Edna Ferguson.
    Everyone who was walking down Main Street stopped to stare as Connie Mac's limo passed by. That didn't surprise Hannah. Connie Mac was the first big celebrity to come to Lake Eden, and her limo was definitely an eye-catcher. It was painted peach, Connie Mac's favorite color, and her name was lettered in flowing gold script on the doors. Even though the windows were tinted so that no one could see in, anyone who could read knew exactly who was riding inside.
    The intercom chimed as they neared the community center, and Connie Mac's voice came over the speaker. "Pull up in front of the door, Spencer."
    "Yes, ma'am." The driver pulled up next to the curb in a no-parking zone and hopped out of the limo to open the door. As Hannah watched him usher Connie Mac out, she wondered if Spencer ever felt silly in his uniform. It was black, the type that chauffeurs always wore in the movies, but his shirt and tie were peach to match the color of the limo.
    Andrea and Hannah scrambled out of the limo with no assistance from Spencer. He obviously knew his priorities. They followed Connie Mac up the front steps that led to the community center and into the lobby.
    "This won't take more than a few minutes," Connie Mac told Spencer. "Park in the lot and watch the door. When I come out, pull up in front."
    "Yes, ma' am," Spencer said, tipping his cap and turning to go.
    "Spencer?"
    Spencer halted and turned to face her. "Yes, ma'am?"
    "I've warned you before to wait until I dismiss you. I won't remind you again."
    Spencer shifted from foot to foot and dropped his gaze to the brown indoor-outdoor carpeting that covered the floor of the lobby. The color crept up the back of his neck, and Hannah knew he was embarrassed at being reprimanded in front of them.
    "Your notepad, Spencer?"
    Spencer responded, pulling a small leather-bound notebook and pen from his pocket. "Yes, ma'am?"
    "Call the chef at the inn and tell him I want free-range capon tonight, no substitutes."
    "Yes, ma' am. Would you care for a salad?"
    "Endive, radicchio, and butter lettuce with a vinaigrette of extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar mixed at tableside. No potatoes. In a small town like this, they'll probably be french fries."
    Hannah bit her tongue to keep silent. Her friend, Sally Laughlin, was the chef at the inn and her french fries were legendary.
    "Rolls with the salad course, but make sure they're not commercial," Connie Mac continued, "and fresh raspberries drizzled with Grand Marnier for dessert."
    Spencer jotted that down and then he looked up from his notepad. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?"
    "Contact the desk and have them send up a maid to unpack for me. She should hang everything on padded hangers and press anything that's wrinkled." Connie Mac stopped and frowned slightly. "Make sure someone from my staff is there to keep an eye on her. I brought some of my good jewelry for the banquet tomorrow evening. Do you know if the inn has a safe?"
    "No ma'am."
    "Call the desk and ask. And tell them to send a bottle of properly chilled Pouilly Fuisse to my suite." Connie Mac paused and a tiny frown appeared on her forehead. "I know there's something else, but I can't think of it right now. That's all, Spencer. You may go."
    "Thank you, ma' am."
    Spencer tipped his hat again and this time he made it out the door. Hannah tried to catch her sister's eye, but Andrea seemed starstruck and completely oblivious to the fact that the Cooking Sweetheart had just embarrassed her chauffeur, insulted Sally's culinary skills, and questioned the honesty of the maids at the inn.

Chapter 4
    "I'm just so thrilled to meet you, Mrs. MacIntyre." Marge Beeseman's voice shook slightly as she reached out to take Connie Mac's hand. Her brown hair was clipped short and frosted with blond, but it