Violet and Victor are returning home from Europe because younger sister Isolde is unexpectedly getting married; when they learn that her fiance is older than her father, fat and ugly, and quite clearly keeping company with another woman, they vow to do everything they can to derail the marriage. While on her wedding day, Isolde finally gets up the gumption to refuse to marry the man, the question is soon extremely moot as the scoundrel has been quite comprehensively murdered. But who among the already-gathered wedding guests could have done it? Chief Inspector Jack Wakefield doesn’t suspect Violet this time, but her father is certainly in the frame, unless Violet can find out differently…. This is the second in this cozy series and suffers from all the flaws of the first, plus some. Aside from using Americanisms that a British aristocrat in 1920s England simply wouldn’t use, the writing itself is just extremely sloppy. For example, a great deal is made of the fact that Violet and Victor hire a cab to reach a particular London destination because they figure a cab driver would be more likely than themselves to be able to find the place, but after speaking with various people at that destination, they blithely pile into *their own car* to head off elsewhere. And, sorry, people in the 1920s were not “journaling” - certainly they *kept journals* and *wrote* in same, but the word was a noun, NOT a verb (shouldn’t be a verb now, according to me, but it definitely wasn’t one then). And, well, the whole tone of this book just comes off as rather poorly written fan-fic; it’s not worth a minute of your time. I’m angry with myself that I bought the *third* book in the series (it was cheap on kindle); unfortunately I can’t return it for a refund because I certainly won’t read it. Don’t waste your time with this series; I’m sorry I gave it even two tries!