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we were doing good by our boy by picking this place, and now look what’s happened. This dignified ceremony is turning into some kind of dog and pony show!” She shuddered. “What if this is a bad omen?”
    I winced. It looked like Charlotte’s hope to keep all this a secret had been short-lived.
    â€œCome on now, sugar, be reasonable,” Mr. Hill replied. “A few little spooks and specters aren’t gonna ruin our boy’s big day. Everything’s going to be fine.”
    â€œWe should have stayed at the Palmetto Inn,” Mrs. Hill said, loud enough for everyone around the table to hear. “I knew there was a reason this place had so many vacancies at the height of wedding season, and now we know what it is.” Then Mr. Hill whisked his wife away, muttering something about last-minute table adjustments for the reception.
    Next to me, I saw Charlotte’s mother pouring herself a cup of coffee, with Mr. Goodwin standing next to her, a steaming mug already in his hands. He wasstaring after the Hills, shaking his head in obvious irritation. “If she wanted the Palmetto Inn,” he muttered to Mrs. Goodwin, “they could have paid for it themselves. We would have had to take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for that place.”
    â€œRussell!” Mrs. Goodwin admonished him, her eyes scanning the room. “Keep your voice down, will you?” She caught me watching them before I could avert my gaze. “Oh, good morning—Nancy, is it? I hope you got more rest last night than the rest of us!”
    â€œActually . . . ,” I started to say, but my voice trailed off when I saw Charlotte standing across the room. She must have just come downstairs. She was surrounded by a group of guests who—from the look of panic spreading over her face—were probably filling her in on the evening’s many hauntings. “Excuse me, Mrs. Goodwin, I’m going to go see if Charlotte needs anything.”
    As I made my way across the room, I saw that George and Bess had had the same idea and were already at Charlotte’s side. “Sorry, everyone!” Besscalled out to the group of guests. “I’m going to have to steal the beautiful bride for a bit—lots to do today!” And with that, Bess smoothly ushered Charlotte out of the main room and onto the front patio.
    â€œThank you so much,” Charlotte said to Bess as soon as the door closed behind us. “I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted in there. Between my parents and Parker’s parents being at each other’s throats, and all these ghost sightings last night”—she plopped heavily into a wicker rocking chair—“this wedding is turning out to be a complete disaster.”
    â€œDon’t be silly,” Bess said. “These kinds of problems always happen at weddings. Don’t you remember Aunt Jessica and Uncle John’s wedding? How the product they used in Aunt Jess’s hair attracted a whole hive full of bees right in the middle of the ceremony? Well, they still had a lovely wedding and are happily married—despite a few little stings! Right?” She patted Charlotte’s arm. “Let’s focus on getting things done. What do you need to do this morning?”
    Charlotte nodded. “You’re right. Worrying doesn’thelp. Well, we need to go drop off something at the bakery making the cakes, and a check for the florist as well.”
    â€œNot a moment to waste, then!” Bess said. “Let’s go, ladies!”

    A little while later, we arrived at the Sugar & Spice Bakery, a tiny boutique with powder-blue and cotton-candy-pink decor. A cloud of warm, sweet-smelling air greeted us the moment we walked through the door, and my mouth instantly started to water. I was starving—I had been so caught up in eavesdropping that I hadn’t gotten a bite to eat back at the inn. A