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THE NEXT MORNING, Ivy stood in front of her mother’s three-way mirror, which revealed more than she’d dared to view in years. Nearby, Shelly and Carlotta watched.
“What do you think?” Ivy had poured herself into one of her mother’s sundresses. She’d left a voice mail for Bennett, but her mother, always the problem-solver, had hurried to her closets to choose outfits for them to wear until their luggage arrived.
Shelly was delighted, but Ivy was less enthusiastic.
“Wow, I haven’t seen you in clothes like that in years,” Shelly said.
“That’s because I don’t own anything like this.” Ivy wore a coral-colored sundress that her mother had brought out of her closet. The dress had a scooped neckline and a fit-and-flared silhouette that flattered her waistline. The hemline grazed her knees,
