EMILY’S POV.

We both stopped, and from the corner of my eye, I could see Sadie tense up. My lips trembled, and my heart rate began to pick up slowly, but steadily, gradually rising to maniacal beating.

How did it happen that we were discussing such problematic matters in the living room?

“Did you both see a ghost?” Mandy asked, smoothing her satin evening gown.

“What?” Sadie asked, breathily.

“You both are sent for. Dinner’s about to start.” She said, and looked from my face ...