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Dear Reader,
It's a ritual. Every night before I go to bed, I open the sexy, maroon glass container of micro-sculpting cream, take off my glasses, dip my fingers into the silky lotion-potion, and smooth it on my face in upward strokes. Wrinkle experts insist that massaging the magic cream in upward strokes is important, when you reach a certain age, because gravity pulls everything down--I must be at that age. So dutifully, I do my part to smooth the wrinkles away (I love an assignment, a mission, if you will), but just between you-and-me, all I've seemed to accomplish is to soften up the wrinkles so they don't stay in place as much as they used to.
My husband says he doesn't see any wrinkles (isn't he a sweetheart?), but if one or two wrinkles do happen to show up some time in the future (way in the future), like a run in a nylon stocking, he reminds me, "If you don't point it out to people, Suzanne, no one will notice."
So why do these saggy-baggy wrinkles bother me? After all, they're really well-earned badges of life experience. But the wrinkle experts (most likely the makers of the magic lotion-potion) insist that if I stop my ritual, those well earned badges will multiply quickly. So just in case, every evening I'm lotioned-and-potioned, and (I warn my husband) just a little bit slippery.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
www.muffinsandmayhem.com
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Two sisters, a daughter, and a magical black dress that changes all their lives forever. On her wedding eve, Anna Evans and older sister, Evie, stumble upon a store selling vintage baubles from Paris. Anna buys a silk dress with a mystical past. She wears it to dinner and, the very next day, she vanishes. When Evie realizes the secret of the dress--and why Anna disappeared--her world turns upside-down.
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