Jenks snickered, and Ceri frowned. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners, but she didn’t move, since Rex was twining about her feet, meowing for Jenks. “That’s a nice dress,” she said, and worry filled me at her forced tone. “It looks as if it will keep you cool and comfortable even if you are outside. And it’s probably easy to run in.”

“Tink’s knickers, I hope it doesn’t rain,” Jenks said sarcastically. “Everything you got will be on display.”

“Hush,” Ceri admonished. “It’s not going to rain.”

Crap. I should have waited until Kisten could shop with me. Suddenly worried, I unzipped the two silk garment bags. “These are the bridesmaids’ dresses,” I offered, wanting to get Jenks’s attention off my new outfit before he saw the cherries painted on the jacket’s snaps. “Ellasbeth hasn’t picked which one yet,” I said, touching the split skirt of the black lace dress. “I hope it’s this one. The other is just ugly.”

“And you knows ugly when you sees ugly, don’t ya, sweet thang.”

I glared at Jenks. “Shut up. What are you wearing tonight, pixy?”

Jenks’s wings shifted into motion, and he rose from Ceri’s shoulder. “My usual. Holy crap, tell me those aren’t cherries?”

I snatched up the hanger and shoved it into my closet. Why was I worried about what I was going to wear? I should be worried about the focus and who was killing Weres to find it. I wasn’t ready to believe that Mr. Ray and Mrs. Sarong weren’t responsible. And, realistically, it was only a matter of time before they called my bluff and came after me.

Ceri was frowning at Jenks when I turned. Seeing my attention on her, she changed her severe, wordless admonishment to him to a worried smile for me. “I think it suits you,” she said. “You will look…unique. And you are a unique person.”

“She’s going to look like a forty-dollar hooker.”

“Jenks!” Ceri exclaimed, and he darted out of her reach to sit atop my dresser mirror.

Depressed, I looked at my closet. “You know what? I’m going to wear the shirt you just gave me. With some jeans. And if I’m underdressed, I’ll just add some jewelry to it.”

“Really? You want to wear the shirt I chose?” Ceri said, so brightly that I wondered if Jenks had coached her on what to buy to fit this situation. He looked far too smug, and Ceri’s ears were as red as the shirt. My eyes narrowed in suspicion, and the slight woman turned her attention to the black lace bridesmaid gown, touching the fine fabric.

“This is beautiful,” she said. “Do you get to keep it after the wedding?”