“You need to behave,” Mercedes warned.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen him so dressed up. He looks miserable.”
“You’re enjoying his misery too much,” she hissed.
Magnus chuckled and held up his finger and thumb. “Just a bit.”
Mercedes elbowed him as Margaid stepped out of Room with a Tomb. Mari began to sing a beautiful, haunting aria. Everyone stood. Margaid was stunning in her vintage fifties white lace wedding gown, her red hair curled up. Finn puffed out his chest in pride.
“She’s beautiful,” Mercedes whispered.
“Not as beautiful as you though,” Magnus said, bringing her hand up to kiss it, which made her swoon.
They sat as Sven began the simple ceremony.
Ghosts were all scattered around the yard, watching. It was sweet, and Mercedes noticed Flo looking confused, floating off to the side. She almost looked distressed, which worried her.
“I now pronounce you man and wife,” Sven said, interrupting her thoughts. “You may kiss the bride.”
Everyone stood and clapped as Finn took Margaid in his arms and kissed her. Margaid was practically floating. Everyone threw flower petals as they walked down the aisle. Phineas stiffly took Pearl’s arm and escorted her inside, and Sven escorted Hetty back into the Dead and Breakfast.
“I’ll be right back,” Mercedes said, excusing herself.
Magnus looked concerned. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. You go on inside and I’ll be in shortly.”
As guests filtered in behind the happy couple, Mercedes made her way over to Flo, who was wringing her hands.
“Flo, are you okay?”
“I don’t think so. Something doesn’t feel right and I don’t remember much. I do remember you, but…I don’t know. I feel like what I know is slipping further away.”
“Maybe you should go to your spot under the house? Try to rest.”
Flo nodded. “Okay, but…I don’t know how much more time I have left, Mercedes. Please, if you know of something to help me, please.”
Mercedes reached out to touch her, but her hand went through Flo’s form. “I’ll try.”
Flo nodded and dissipated.
Mercedes worried her bottom lip and Mona sidled up beside her. “Séance.”
“What?”
“Séance, that’s what my guides are telling me. Do with that as you will.” Mona winked and headed into the dead-and-breakfast.
Mercedes’ stomach sank. Could she pull off a séance? She’d told the Sullivans and Sven no, but the Sullivans were still here and Sven would be so happy if she could accommodate that request.
Though, preforming for entertainment purposes was notreallyher jam. However, it was Sven’s heart she was thinking about and Flo’s wellbeing. That’s all that mattered.
She headed back inside where a small reception was taking place. Mercedes found Sven and pulled him to the side.
“I’m going to do the séance in a couple of days, but I have to figure out how to do it.”
Sven was surprised. “What made you change your mind?”
“I think Flo is fading,” Mercedes whispered.