Callie's POVThe whole ballroom watched Kendra come down those stairs. Nobody spoke. The music kept playing, soft and silly, like it hadn't noticed anything was wrong.Mason's arm went stiff under my hand."I didn't invite her," he said quietly. "Callie, I swear. I told her to stay home.""She's wearing my mother's lace," I said. My voice sounded very far away. "The pieces you let her keep."He looked at the sleeves of her gown, and I watched him finally understand what he was seeing. His face went gray.Kendra reached the bottom of the stairs and walked straight across the dance floor toward us. People stepped out of her way. A few of them lifted their phones. She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell her perfume, and smiled like we were old friends."You look nice, sweetie," she said. "Blue was always your color. White is mine.""Take it off," I said quietly. "Those sleeves belonged to my mother.""Your mother's dead," Kendra said, still smiling. "She doesn't need
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