“Um, sure. Come on in. Your sister’s wedding, right?”
Her smile faltered, but she caught it before it disappeared altogether. “Third wedding, but I’m not sure what I want…” She left the sentence unfinished when she heard the click of the camera.
Madelyn snapped a picture from where she stood next to the armoire. Still testing the light, I guessed.
I shut the door behind them and ushered them in. “Like you said, third time’s a charm.”
Duane sank down on the sofa. “Or three strikes you’re out,” he mumbled. His mother shot him a stern, if wavering, look.
I studied Anna Hughes, trying to gauge if she agreed with her son, but before I could get a reading on her, she schooled her face into a perfectly unemotional expression. I led her to the ready-made clothes. “Maybe you’ll find something here. It would be less expensive than a custom design—”
“Oh!” Gracie yelped from behind the privacy screen.
Anna waved me away, heading to the seating area and the lookbook. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll wait.”
I left her to browse while I went to help Gracie, but Will beat me to her. “What’s wrong, baby?” he said.
“I… I… I don’t know.”
She stepped out from behind the screen. With her hair parted in the center, isolated long curls dangling in ringlets on either side of her face, and a high bun on the crown of her head, she could have stepped right out of one of the pictures framed in my stairwell.
“You’re stunning.” I came around behind her to button her up, but as I touched the fabric, a jolt shot up my arms. A vision tore through my mind, but not of Gracie. It was a vision of Eleanor Mcafferty in this very gown, but I was looking through her eyes right at Nana and Mrs. James. They were younger, dressed in their Margaret gowns. My granddaddy Dalton was in the background.
Another jolt went through me as Nana reached her hand out, grabbed hold of the fabric of my dress, and yanked, tearing the silk. “It’s a lie,” she said, her voice thready and thin and echoing only in my mind.
I stumbled back, Will’s arms catching me before I lost my balance. “It was Nana,” I said, my voice hushed. “She ripped the gown.”
Chapter 27
Madelyn clapped her hands from the front room. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Should I come back?” Anna called. “I sure didn’t think you’d be so busy at this time of night.”
I finished buttoning Gracie up, and ushered her over to Madelyn, noticing how Duane stared at her, rapt. Looked like Duane and Libby’s future together wasn’t as assured as Dr. Hughes was hoping for. “We’ll be taking pictures for a little while…” I trailed off, leaving it up to Anna if she wanted to come back or wait.
She settled back against the settee, lounging like Cleopatra. “I’ll wait.”
My gaze met Will’s. His back was stick straight and his hands were fisted in his pockets. “Sounds great,” I said, my voice more enthusiastic than I actually felt at the moment. Part of me was glad Anna was staying. It meant I wouldn’t have to lie to Will about whatever magic Gracie might be carrying inside of her. But the other part of me wanted to come clean about what I knew, figure out what in tarnation was going on, and reassure Will that everything would be okay.
“Yeah, great,” he said. I sensed he was just as conflicted as I was.
Madelyn started snapping pictures of Gracie, pausing every few shots to view the images. “Lovely,” she said. “Really lovely, except…”
Something in her tone made me look up. She frowned over her camera, turning to look at the digital screen in different light. “Strange,” she muttered.
“What is it?”
“If it was a print picture, I’d say it was a smudge.” She frowned. “But, of course, it’s not a print picture. It almost looks like…” She hesitated, then shook her head. “No, it can’t be.” Her gaze met mine and I read the question on her face. Can it?
Madelyn and her husband were both part of the North Texas Paranormal Society. She’d told me the magic that ran in my family was well known in the group, but our identities weren’t known. I wanted to keep it that way.
Madelyn’s freelance job as crime photographer for Bliss had led her right into my front yard… literally. She knew magic like ours existed, so she was looking for it. From there, the deductions had been easy for her. She’d figured out our story, but I’d sworn her to secrecy. What she still didn’t know, however, was the ever-after part of the Cassidy legacy. Magic was one thing. Ghosts were quite another. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for that much truth from me.
Heck, I still wasn’t sure I was ready for it, and I was living with it.
She held out the camera for me to see. In each picture, Gracie stood to the right of the armoire, her body angled to the side, a Mona Lisa smile on her otherwise expressionless face. Above her right shoulder was a translucent shape, like a… I swallowed. Like a ghost standing just behind her.
Hard to keep the ever-after on the down low if my great-grandmother was going to announce herself so blatantly. And to a self-proclaimed paranormal junkie, no less.
As if on cue—Loretta Mae had impeccable timing—the pipes upstairs moaned. Madelyn looked up, her dark eyebrows pulled together in thought; then they popped up toward her hairline. “Bloody hell,” she said, darting a glance at me.
“Damn pipes,” Will said. “I have a buddy who’s a plumber. I’m gonna get him out here.”
“They’re always doing that,” Gracie said.
I met Madelyn’s eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. I’ll fill you in later, my expression said. Right you will, hers replied.
She threw herself back into photography mode. She posed Gracie, turning her this way and that, snapping photo after photo. “Lift your chin. Right. Elbow bent. Yes, just like that.”
I knew that she was trying to capture more supernatural images, but she was doing a good job of making Gracie feel absolutely relaxed and beautiful.
A sudden movement behind me reminded me that Anna and Duane Hughes were still here. “I’ll come back another time,” Anna said, gliding toward the door, which Duane held open for her. “You’ve obviously got a lot on your mind.”
I hadn’t thought she’d remember to come by the shop, let alone actually commission a dress. Letting her walk out was not in the best interest of my business, but it was in the best interest of Will and Gracie. They came first, I decided. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hughes—”
She smiled as she reached for the doorknob. “Anna. And don’t worry about it. You must be terribly busy with all the pageant preparations.”
“Tell you what,” I said. “I’ll do some sketches for you for your sister’s wedding. Come back after the pageant and I’ll show you what I come up with. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” A gust of wind blowing in from outside made the bells on the door handle bounce.
“Looks like that storm’s back,” Will said, coming up beside me and peering out the door.
The dark clouds had returned, and the wind kicked up another notch, pushing Anna Hughes back into the shop. She braced herself, her purse slung over her shoulder, one hand gripping the doorjamb. When the moment passed, she stepped outside.
Will peered up as a sliver of jagged light sliced through the darkening sky, a crack of thunder echoing after it. “Drive safely,” Will called to her.
She waved, and was gone.
One less thing to worry about. I shut the door against the wind, only to turn and see a stream of translucent white streak across the ceiling. Meemaw. I shot a glance at Will, then Gracie and Madelyn, but none of them had noticed anything.