Jess grabbed her flats, and we ran up the back stairs, dodging Aunt Lynn, who called out, “Everything okay, girls?”
“Just a wardrobe hiccup!” Jess called back.
“For now, I need another dress.”
The attic was hot, dusty, and sunlight streamed through a tiny window. We pushed aside bins and old luggage until I found the ivory box, heavy and sealed with yellowed continue reading …
