Guests Stories

Chapter Seventeen “Grace, come to breakfast, ma coccinelle. Your papa and I have something to tell you.” Grace frowned. “Mama?” she asked tentatively. “What ma biquette?” Confusion washed over Grace as she tried to figure out where she was. Looking around, she saw her childhood room. But how? “What do you need to say?” “We have a guest. Come to breakfast, ma fille,” Mama answered. Grace woke with a start. Her heart was po...

Another Saturday night and another wedding reception, these functions were beginning to be a bore. Now most of the people I met were nice and the money was good, but they had become all too routine. I arrived early as I normally do to setup my equipment. The bride, groom, wedding party and a number of guests arrived shortly after I did. I had met the newlyweds when they signed the contract and they advised me this would b...