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http://www.eternalpress.ca/thewhitedress.html
Historical Timeslip, 7,400 words
$3.50 CA .pdf
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Lauren Gilbert
Copyedited by Erin Cramer
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-61-7
Print ISBN:978-1-926647-37-1
Summary:
Lexie has found the perfect wedding dress, but will it bring her luck? As she begins to see back into the past, things begin to happen. Perhaps she should have left the dress where she found it…
Excerpt:
Lexie looked at the dress with a thrill of excitement. It was hanging in a dim corner of the charity shop—and it was exactly what she wanted. The kind of dress she had seen in her dreams. Made of beautiful old lace and fine silk, it had yellowed with age and had rents in the material where it had frayed. Part of the hem had come loose and needed repairing.
‘’Look,” she said, catching her mother’s arm. “Isn’t that just perfect?”
“Lexie, no,’’ Mrs Hall said, looking at her in dismay. ‘’You can’t. You can’t wear that for your wedding to Ben. Whatever would he think?’’
“Ben knows I want an old-fashioned wedding. That’s why he is wearing his dress uniform.”
“But there are plenty of pretty reproduction dresses. We saw some in that shop in London. We could go up next week and buy whatever you like.”
Lexie wasn’t listening. The dress was calling to her, begging her to buy it. She knew she had to have it even if it wouldn’t clean up.
“Do you think it is Regency, Mum?” She touched the dress with her fingertips, feeling a tingle right down to her spine. “Christmas wedding. I’ll wear silk Christmas roses in my hair and this dress…”
“Lexie! I always knew you were quite mad—but if it is what you want, I know someone who might be able to make it look decent for you.”
“Bless you,” Lexie said. “But I am going to do it myself.” She knew that if she managed to get the dress, she wouldn’t want it out of her sight for a moment. It was so beautiful and just perfect for her. ( )