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An ivory dress from a bygone era shimmered in the shaft of light. Ivy stepped toward it. On closer inspection, the long vintage gown skimmed a dressmaker’s form. This is what had appeared suspended in air.
Ivy expelled a breath of relief.
“For a moment there, I thought we’d found our ghost,” Shelly said. She swung the back panel of the closet wider.
“Shh,” Ivy said, rubbing her arms. She got chills whenever someone mentioned spirits. Whatever she’d seen in her room that day—now months ago—she refused to call it a ghost.
Shelly chuckled. “Afraid Amelia will hear us?”
“I’ve warned you before about that.” Ivy shook her head and stepped around the dress. A row of tiny, silk-covered buttons lined the back of the dress, from the neckline to below the waist.
She swung the light across th
