Wait just a minute, and I’ll be right back.” Luciana hurried to the adjoining dressing room to relieve herself, then brought back a gray linen gown to change into. But I do miss my pretty bed.” She reached out to touch the embroidered blue brocade coverlet, but her hand passed through it. Perhaps her sister was going to start being helpful. You should always sleep late if you want to convince everyone you’re me.” “Well, that’s the first smart thing I’ve seen you do. Luciana shifted her gaze to the foot of the bed where her sister’s ghost was hovering. “So, did you enjoy my bed?” Tatiana grumbled.
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