You remember Edna Roberts, do you not, readers? She was the old lady whom Dejah and I met at the clothing store!

Her face remained the same. Wrinkly. So did her white hair. Tied in a bun. She wore a purple, long-sleeved dress that covered both her legs and feet. She was grinning at me and my sisters.

"My, my. You girls do look troubled," Edna stated.

"How did you know that?" I questioned.

"I can tell from miles and miles away. And by the looks on your faces. You poor things." She motioned to a house that was behind her. "Why do you three not come inside my house, and I will get some tea ready?"

"Okay!" my sisters both agreed and glanced up at me. "Can we go, Eleanor? Please?"

I was not so sure. I mean, we barely knew her. But...she seemed nice.

Was she only acting that way to gain our trust and lure us in?

After plenty of begging from my sisters, I finally decided that we should accept her offer. Maybe she could give me some insight about the dress that she sold to me.

I led Elena and Elaine over to Edna, and Edna gestured us inside and closed the door behind us.

Her house reminded me of a cabin. It was small, and the walls and floor were made out of wood. There was so many pictures, mostly of a young girl.

Jennifer. Yes, Jennifer Cross.

"Why do you have photos of Jennifer Cross?" I asked Edna.

Edna let out a giggle. "That is because she is my granddaughter. My only granddaughter."