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"Where did you come up with such an idea?" said Gwin.
"A story I read," I said.
"Do you think it will work?" Vivi asked.
We sat at the bank on the side of the moat. Gwin and I had gotten Viviane out of her white nightgown and put her in a lavender shift dress that complimented her ghostly pale skin. Vivi had balked at the pastel and opted, instead, for a bright gold color that made her look like a jaundiced seahorse. But we let her and her bedraggled sense of fashion slide when the water witch couldn’t stop smiling at herself in a hand mirror. And now she would complement the deathly outfit with blood-red shoes.
We all held a pair of Manolo Blahniks between us. The three of us chanted, funneling the magic of the ley line into the heeled slippers hoping to make a transformation.
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