MARI

"It’s game face time," Pierce said as we stopped at the first step leading up to the porch at the Pelican Bay bed-and-breakfast. The tall blue building loomed ahead of us with white trim and so many windows it looked as if it fell out of a historical romance novel.

I practically pictured a woman in full dress descending the steps, her skirts swaying around her feet. I had a basic understanding of history and realized that New England period dresses wouldn’t ...