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hope you kept what everyone wanted.”
    “Shane and I stored some of it up in the rafters,” Zach said on a shrug, looking away. “It’s all good.”
    Reesa nodded. “Well, now you guys have a place to hang with your friends and Shane has a place to work. That’s really good too.”
    “Righteous on both accounts,” Zach declared in agreement, then swung his gaze to Shane. “Got to roll or you’ll have to drop off the donation stuff by yourself.”
    “See you later,” Shane said quickly, dropping another quick kiss on Reesa’s mouth before bolting after Zach.
    Reesa listened to them jogging down the hallway and talking about how much work it had been to clear the space out.
    Feeling guilty for not doing more herself, she sighed and walked to the closet, opening the door. Things were squished next to each other. Seeing the biggest thing taking up space, she pulled out the giant clothing bag whose bottom she couldn’t help dragging on the floor. It was taller than she was and was always a pain to handle.
    “I should have sent this with them too,” she said aloud, staring at the hunter green storage bag and cursing her sentimentality.
    “What’s in the big bag?” Chelsea asked, coming into the room.
    Reesa smiled. “Something I’m never going to use. Want to hang this on the back of the door for me so I don’t have to fetch a stool, tall girl?”
    “Sure,” Chelsea said, coming farther into the room, trailed by a singing Sara. She hooked the hanger over the door edge. “Can I look inside?”
    “Sure,” Reesa said nonchalantly, inspecting the still stuffed closet and sighing because the contents were all hers. Once, she’d had nothing better to do than collect beautiful clothes.
    “Wow,” Chelsea said, admiring the beading and the lace as she unzipped the bag all the way to reveal the dress it contained. “Were you going to wear this when you married the dweeb—I mean, Mr. Addison?”
    Reesa snorted. If they didn’t stop calling Brent that, she was going to start doing it as well. “Not exactly. I had that dress long before I met Brent. I doubt it even fits anymore. I would offer to save it for you, but honey you’re going to be tall like your Aunt Jillian.”
    “No, I get that,” Chelsea said, but feeling a bit sad about it. “It just seems a shame to never wear such a pretty wedding dress.”
    Reesa laughed at the longing on Chelsea’s face. Oh to be that young and full of dreams, she thought.
    “Well, it’s just a dress, honey. I got to be a bride without it, and all the people I loved were there when I got married. Regardless of my plans, I guess it worked out like it was supposed to for me,” she said, putting as much confidence into the last statement as she could.
    Chelsea looked at her with narrowed eyes, which made Reesa laugh harder.
    “You look so much like your Aunt Jillian when you give me that look. That’s a cut through the bull—BS look,” Reesa corrected, smiling at a spinning, singing Sara in the middle of the room. “Seriously—it’s been a long time since I made any plans around it. I’m okay about not getting to wear the dress.”
    When Sara stopped spinning, she skidded to a frozen stop in front of the dress, which she just noticed. “Aunt Teresa, you have a real princess dress,” she said in awe.
    Reesa laughed. “Why yes I do. Did you think you were the only princess around here?”
    “Are you going to wear it soon?” Sara asked.
    Reesa sighed. “No, baby, I’m not,” she said, tilting her head at Sara. “It’s just an old dress that I kept from when I used to be a princess.”
    “You used to be a princess?” Sara asked, giggling. “What are you now?”
    “A married woman,” Reesa said, laughing and zipping the dress bag closed. “Maybe I’ll sell it online. I could probably get a couple hundred dollars for it.”
    “How long have you had the dress?” Chelsea asked, watching her aunt doing the math in her head.
    “Ummm…first year I