‘Daisy? Are you ready?’ Heather appeared in the doorway just as the ghost vanished completely. ‘Oh, you look beautiful!’
‘You look nice, too,’ Daisy said.
It was true—Heather’s copper hair was tied up in some complicated plait at the back of her head, and her dress was ivory lace and pearls. But mostly she just looked so happy it shone out of her.
‘Shall we go and find the boys?’ Heather asked, holding a hand out to Daisy. ‘The sooner we get the wedding part over with, the sooner we can get to the dancing.’
Daisy rolled her eyes. Dancing was Heather’s favourite thing about getting married, it seemed. ‘Might as well.’
As they walked down the stone-floored hallways to the castle chapel Daisy thought she saw the ghost peeping out at them one last time.
‘Heather? You’ll never leave again, will you?’
When she’d first come back Daisy had asked her that every day—usually in a whisper at bedtime, so she could pretend she hadn’t really said it. But now she hadn’t asked her in months, she realised. Maybe because she already knew the answer. But it was still nice to hear it.
‘Never,’ Heather promised. ‘Nothing could take me away from you and Ryan, or Will, or Uncle Cal.’
‘Good.’ Daisy sneaked a look back at the ghost, who smiled again, then disappeared.
Somehow Daisy didn’t think she’d be back.
The Bryce family didn’t need watching over any more. Not now they had each other.
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