Murder at the Royal Ruby

by Nita Prose

am just an usher, no one special, at least not yet. But mark my words: one day, I’m going to be a star.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How you can look at someone a thousand times and never really see them—until suddenly, one day, you do.

“She wasn’t a beauty, but Eleanor was a force of nature,” Alice says. “She reminds me of you.”