Ms. Rarity

-The main reason was love. I met Sunnymare at the Grand Galloping Gala in Canterlot, her eyes attracted me terribly and her dress was exquisite. We fell in love immediately. We spent a good time and we got along very well although we were a rustic colt from Appleloosa and she was a beautiful mare from the Canterlot elite. We married spite the repudiation everypony felt against me for being from Appleloosa. We couldn’t stand it more and we decided to come to Ponyville, we bought a house and stayed here for a few years. Everything was peaceful ‘til we had a fight and separated. I had to sleep in the park for a while till I met Stinger. She welcomed me in her house for a time and I fell in love with her. It sounds stupid in hindsight but that’s how it happened. We engaged and she invited me to one of her concerts. I was watching her playing the drums with strength until someone called me. It was Sunnymare, she told she was sorry for leaving me and then asked me to come back with her. I had a weakness moment and agreed. When I got home, I had a terrible dilemma; I had to abandon one of them. The predicament was that if I left Sunny, I could have broken her heart and so with Stinger. I thought in leaving both, but if I did, I could have two broken hearts instead of one, so, in my weakness moment, I chose killing them. I would remain alone and sad and that was quite fair to me. So, I went to Sunnymare´s house, I took a pan, and…

-Good. Is enough. I don’t want to know the details. – Rarity said –You can take him now

The guard took him away. The dragon came quickly and breathing sharply.

-Spike. – She said. –You’re late.

-Yes. – He stopped to grab some air. –There are three mining companies all over Equestria.

-I guess there’s one in Appleloosa. –Rarity asked.

-Yeah, there’s one. But it stopped working a few months ago.

-Thank you, Spikey-Wickey- And she gave him a kiss in the cheek, which made him go out of the house like in trance.

-Congratulations, lady. You solved a case that even the elite could ever solve. You, being a fashionista, managed to elucidate this tricky mystery. I’m impressed as the day we first met.

-Oh, Firo, you’re such a flatterer. – She said with false humility while we walked to the boutique.

-But, explain me how did you get to that conclusion?

-Simple, darling. First, it was obvious that both victims had a relation for the closeness of the hours in which we found them. Then, Sunnymare´s dress was ragged in only one piece, silk gets fragile when wet so I conclude that someone had to drag her trough a few puddles formed after the rain a couple of days before the crime, located in this street. Then, I had a clarification after talking with the witness, she talked about a crimson bag, but I realized she was colorblind when I looked at her house. A real interior designer is aware that green is one worst the worst colors to paint a house. Obviously, somepony told her to paint her house with red, but, due to her colorblindness, she confused them awfully.

-But, I thought that colorblindness was genetic. –I asked –If she was colorblind since she was a filly, somepony had to teach her about the differences between them.

-I thought about that too, so I visited Twilight. She taught me about a disease which harms the optical nerve and causes colorblindness, also known as acquired colorblindness.

-So, why she saw the red color of the bag, instead of the green color?

-She tried to guess it. There was full moon that night and is more likely to see the red color than the green.

-Why she hasn’t changed the colors of her house?

-Because she thinks they look well. She really needs somepony to tell her they look dreadful.

-Nice, go on.

-Then, the bag had to be green. I remembered that a time ago, I received a request for a suit for gentlecolt, I remembered it because it was the first time in the year I got that sort of request. I finished it and gave the finished suit to him, he didn’t notice me, but I remembered him.  Then, we watched the frames, in one frame, we saw inner peace and in the other we saw infatuation and strawberry cake. That represented a challenge, but suddenly, during the party, Pinkie told us about that party she threw a couple of weeks ago. A rock band played and, in her tale, a couple came to the Sugarcube Corner to buy a strawberry cake for their reconciliation. I didn’t realize till the party was over. When I asked Pinkie if she remembered the colt who bought the cake, she told me that she didn’t remember him, but, she knew that he had an “explosive” Cutie Mark. Then, everything was clear, the only piece missing was the reason and he already explained it. Oh, and when I checked his closet, I found the suit I designed.

-You make it look ridiculously easy. – I said, with admiration.

-It was easy. And boring, now, let’s go back to the routine.

-Unfortunately, that’s how it has to be, Miss Rarity.

-Please, cut it with the formalities, call me Rarity. Want some hot chocolate?

I shook my head. –No, thanks. Rarity. There’s something that worries me, the Guards surely are going to take all the credit when you have done everything in this business, but, what remains to you?

-For me. – said Rarity, with her sensual and sweet voice –There still remains this hot chocolate cup.

And she took a sip of the smoky beverage