Murder Mystery Dinner Party

Last night, Victoria Lester was murdered with sodium cyanide when she was dining with her 8 closest friends.
Who did it? Was it... her husband? ...his business associate?... the secretary?... the rich divorcee next door?... her son?... her sister?
All have motives... all are suspects!
The game consists in debunking the murderer. There are four scenes: in each scene some new incriminating evidence is revealed about every character. Only the murderer is allowed to lie.

The potluck dinner was amazing; pasta salads and meatloaf and scalloped potatoes (oh my!), topped with pie and well accompanied by wine the whole night through.
The characters, too, were amazing: the husband was looking quite dignified in a black suit and bowler hat (mine), the playboy good-for-nothing son was lurching 'round in tight purple pants, his shirt collar popped. The sister was wrapped in, at the very least, 6 different scarves (I'm going to have to post pictures, her costume was so good that it's indescribable), and her husband was in full cowboy attired-- hat an all.
I was cast as Candice Minter-- but you can call my Candy-- the rich divorcee next door with an amazingly body and looks to kill. So what if the plastic surgery cost millions? I'm not afraid to show it! Dressing for the part, I wore a very borrowed, very short skirt, and a tight black top. I covered myself in dollar store jewelry, including a tiara worn upside-down as a choker (one word of advice: don't do this. It hurts).
Ahh, what an amazing night. On serious drawback was that-- creepily-- the murdered woman's name was Victoria (hearing my friends saying "I loved Victoria... she will be dearly missed" was something, let me tell you). On top of that, her sister's name was Dorothy. Even weirder: Dorothy's husband's name was William.
Eww! Ew! If there had been characters named James and Christine, I would have felt stalked.