Her Aunt Carrie isn’t happy to see them but allows them in. Rogue slips quietly upstairs and into the attic. She shakes out her mama’s wedding dress from its careful wrappings and tries it on while Remy watches, leaning against the wall.

She feels like a little girl again when she used to dress herself in all her mama’s clothes. But she’s a woman now and fills out the dress. White organdy and lace cling to her curves.

She gives a small smile as she twirls in front of him.

She cannot read the intense expression in his crimson eyes.