Tanya Michaels - Mistletoe Cinderella

The second book in the 4 Seasons in Mistletoe series, 2009

Dear Reader,

Have you ever wanted to be someone else, just for a day? Thats the premise I started with for Mistletoe Cinderella and the character of Chloe Malcolm. Shes brilliant, gifted with computers and has a wry sense of humor (once you get to know her). But back in high school she wasnt the kind of girl who could catch the eye of baseball star Dylan Echols.

Ten years later, at her high school reunion, Chloe shows up with a makeover courtesy of her fairy godmoth-Er, best friend. Dylan notices her, all right, but confuses her with somebody else entirely. When midnight strikes, will she turn back into plain old Chloe?

My mom, who has a great sense of humor, raised me on funny, romantic films of mistaken identity like Doris Days Lover Come Back and the more recent While You Were Sleeping. I hope you enjoy Mistletoe Cinderella as much as Ive always enjoyed those charming, feel-good movies! And I hope youll watch for the summer installment of my 4 SEASONS IN MISTLETOE miniseries, Mistletoe Mommy.

Happy reading!

Tanya Michaels

It was a bad sign when you were feeling envious of the person in the casket.

Chloe Malcolm winced at her own thoughts, which were highly inappropriate and completely out of character. Chloe was always appropriate; it was one of the things Aunt Jane had teased her about. Swallowing a knot of emotion, Chloe smiled at her aunts peaceful face. As far as Chloe knew, Jane Walters had never once in her sixty-three years worried about decorum. It was that free-spiritedness Chloe envied.

Aunt Jane had appalled Chloes parents by nicknaming her niece Wheezy, making the childhood asthma Chloe later outgrew seem like more of an in-joke than a handicap. Im going to miss you. Jane hadnt spent much time here in Mistletoe-too busy running with the bulls in Pamplona or, more recently, hot-air ballooning over Flagstaff-but each of her visits had been memorable.

How are you holding up?

Chloe turned to see blond and beautiful Natalie Young, her best friend and manager of the towns flower shop. Okay. I know she wouldnt have any regrets and wouldnt want any of us moping. She was just so full of life that its hard to believe

Yeah. She was a force all her own. Natalie grinned. Im amazed at some of the stories Ive heard this afternoon, but I guess you grew up with them.

Not exactly. Chloes parents had loved Jane, but they hadnt minded her keeping a geographical distance from their impressionable daughter and had deemed some of Janes exploits unfit for young ears.

Back in the sixties, Aunt Jane had shocked her own parents and her older sister when shed eloped with a local boy whod left shortly after for Vietnam. When hed come back, hed been unable to assimilate to small-town Georgia life; he and Jane had restlessly roamed the country for the remainder of their marriage, part of which shed spent dancing in a Vegas show and perfecting her blackjack skills. Chloes mother, Rose, had commented more than once that her younger sister had the devils own luck. Shed said it with neither jealousy nor censure, but worry. Fear that Janes exuberant, outrageous ways would catch up to her one day.

But Chloe believed Jane left this world exactly as she would have wanted-after a day of parasailing in the Caribbean and a romantic evening with a forty-nine-year-old divorced tax attorney, shed died of a blood clot in her sleep. Jane had dated a wide range of men in the past two decades, never lacking companionship. Shed aged beautifully, like Helen Mirren or Diane Keaton. Still, Chloe thought that what really attracted admirers was her aunts confidence and verve-two qualities Chloe lacked, except when it came to computers.

During Chloes teen years, Jane had insisted her niece was simply a late bloomer. At twenty-seven, Chloe had resigned herself to the fact that she was as bloomed as she was going to get.

Trying to push away vague pangs that she might have let her aunt down, Chloe redirected her attention to Natalie. The arrangements are beautiful, by the way. Im sorry I didnt say so earlier.

Thanks. The blonde pursed her lips. You dont think the flowers seem too formal? I filled peoples orders, but I feel like Jane would have preferred sunflowers or daisies. Something bright or funky. The remembrance wreath and spray of roses are a little at odds witheverything else.

Like the music and the open bar? I thought Mama would have a conniption.

Janes final wishes had been well-documented with her lawyer, right down to the slide show and five-song sound track for the memorial. It had been designed to follow Janes life, ending a few minutes ago with Spirit in the Sky. But it was the earlier Its Raining Men that seemed to have left an impression on guests. Jane Walters hadnt wanted a funeral; shed wanted a party at which the people shed known could celebrate her life. If shed picked out Chloes attire for the service, it probably would have been the flowered sarong Jane had once sent her niece from Maui. Instead, Chloe had paired a lightweight blouse with her navy skirt, her only touches of whimsy the polka-dotted yellow headband holding back her long dark hair and pomegranate-flavored lip gloss.

Speaking of your mother. Natalie looked around. Is she doing all right?

Hard to say. Chloes parents, aside from making sure their only child knew how adored she was, didnt make a point of discussing their emotions. What Chloe had deduced for herself was that restrained and proper Rose, dutiful first daughter, had always had a complicated relationship with her free-spirited younger sister. Mama mentioned that she didnt think Jane had ever truly stopped loving her husband and that the two of them can be together now. She was talking to some old schoolmates the last time I saw her, but I should check on her.

As soon as Chloe said school, Natalie opened her mouth.

Chloe headed her off at the pass. Lets not discuss the reunion now, okay?

Of course not. Natalies blue gaze was suddenly bright with innocence. She should have joined drama club as a student instead of the cheer squad. I wouldnt nag you at your aunts memorial service.

A refreshing change. Natalie had been nagging on a daily basis since shed signed on as a committee member for the Mistletoe High reunion. During their senior year, Natalie had made a few uncomfortable attempts at socially assisting Chloe, her erstwhile algebra tutor, but had felt ever since graduation that she, as popular cocaptain of the cheerleaders, should have done more to boost her nerdy friends status. Whenever Natalie talked about the reunion, she got an overzealous gleam in her eye and morphed into a stubborn fairy godmother hell-bent on dragging Cinderella to the ball. Nat harbored unrealistic dreams of making Chloe over so that everyone could be dazzled by her a decade later, the once-shy brunette voted prom queen or reunion queen or whatever.

Girls. Vonda Kerrigan approached, nodding her respects. In her midseventies, Vonda was closer to Rose in age but closer to Jane in personality. The two women had shared a cheerful disregard for conventionalism and had spent time together whenever Jane visited town. Kasey and Ben are taking me home now, but I wanted to say goodbye to you, Chloe.

Chloe hugged the older woman gently. Im glad you came.

Wouldnt have missed it. Vondas wizened face split into a grin as she looked over her shoulder at the bar and handsome bartender. Even from the hereafter, Jane throws a good party. You know, I think she accomplished just about everything she wanted to during her lifetime. Not many people can say that.