Bridesmaid Bodyguard: Mystery

After the other bridesmaids had all chosen their wrist corsages, I was left with one that was wilted, huge, and hideous. It looked like it had been made of some strange mutant plant grown in a laboratory. Just the way the day was going, I suppose. On the plus side, it was large enough to cover my wrist holster. The dresses didn't leave much to the imagination otherwise, sort of a Barbie-does-bondage concoction of pink satin straps and tulle. I can't imagine what the bride was thinking. Otherwise, she seemed to be a very sensible sort of woman. After all, she had hired me as soon as the first death threat came in. But pink seems to be the downfall of many a bride. It was mine, briefly. Quite literally my downfall, in fact, as I'd walked in on my soon-to-be-husband enveloped in a cloud of...pink...chiffon.


Inspiration: Looking at a photo envelope. Photos => Wedding => Bridesmaid => Hideous pink dresses.
Story Potential: Medium-high. I don't know if it would sell well, as there's a fair amount of stuff out there in this style, but I'd like to write it because I need something new in that style to read. If that makes any sense.
Finished Length: Novel.
Notes: Think of the Kinsey Millhone series, the Evanovitch books, a little smidgen of Anita Blake...that's the tone of this book.