“What should I wish for?”

Annabelle laughed softly. “Make the same wish for poor old Westcliff that you did for me.”

“Poor old Westcliff?” Lillian snorted, and regarded the two of them suspiciously. “What was the wish that you made for Annabelle?” she demanded of her younger sister. “You never told me.”

“I never told Annabelle, either,” Daisy murmured, regarding Annabelle with a curious smile. “How do you know what it was?”

Annabelle grinned back at her. “I figured it out.” Curling her legs beneath her, she leaned forward and murmured, “Now, about finding a husband for Lillian…I have a rather interesting notion…”

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