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\nYour Desire<\/a>.<\/strong><\/em> A mysterious shop appears in town for one reason: to bring the spice of passion and the thrill of love to one special person. Magic is in more than the item purchased\u2014it\u2019s in the heart of the buyer, often hidden, usually surprising. And after enchantment takes hold? The store fades from sight and memory, only to reappear somewhere else. Maybe in your town\u2026.<\/p>\n
Buy link:<\/strong> Why had she agreed to help at the reunion yet again? Hadn\u2019t she been masochistic enough when they\u2019d celebrated being out of high school five years? She\u2019d handled all of the arrangements then. And when the tenth anniversary arrived, hadn\u2019t she accepted the tasks of tracking down everyone in their class, bringing in the entertainment and setting up the welcome dinner?<\/p>\n As the third reunion approached, she\u2019d determined to stay out of it. Yet here she was, sucked in again. At least this time she only had responsibility for handling the welcome table for the mix-and-mingle dinner on Saturday. The opening ceremonies, as it were.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd I think that will be the extent of my appearances, too,\u201d she mumbled. Why emphasize the chasm that existed between her and her classmates one more time?<\/p>\n The first reunion hadn\u2019t been so bad in that respect. Everyone either had recently graduated from college or was trying to establish their place in the world in some way. She\u2019d felt on equal footing. At the next, she had been among the few who weren\u2019t married, one of only a handful who hadn\u2019t left the Lexington area. This year, she knew she would be almost alone in her single status. Probably a few of her classmates had been divorced and remarried, even, sampling two or three times what she hadn\u2019t known at all. She would feel odd and provincial, still being unmarried and never having left their small hometown.<\/p>\n Walking with purpose down Main Street, she headed for the Belk\u2019s department store. The reunion committee, in its infinite wisdom, had decided to make the introductory party a retro theme.<\/p>\n \u201cSo much more fun,\u201d her friend Mary had explained on the phone last week.<\/p>\n \u201cFun? But I don\u2019t have anything I can wear to a retro party. I\u2019m not even sure what retro clothes are,\u201d Allison had complained.<\/p>\n \u201cSure you do. Now look, Allison, you must be there. I\u2019m really counting on you. It\u2019ll be fun, you\u2019ll see. Have your hair styled in a flip and find an old bridesmaid\u2019s dress somewhere. Somehow they always look like they\u2019re from the fifties.\u201d With that bit of sage advice she\u2019d hung up to take care of some child-related disaster in the making.<\/p>\n So here Allison was, on her lunch hour and only a few days before the event, trying to find something that filled the requirements. Tugging on the door to Belk\u2019s, she saw the sign posted on the glass: \u201cClosed due to broken pipe. Please visit us again later this week.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGreat.\u201d Heaving a deep sigh, she wondered where else she could find the kind of dress she needed, in\u2014she glanced at her watch\u2014thirty minutes. Nowhere. She groaned knowing she\u2019d now have to do more shopping than could be handled in a lunch break.<\/p>\n Viewing her reflection in the glass, she noted the lines of fatigue already there, and the week wasn\u2019t over yet. Leaving her plain face starkly exposed, her brown hair was pulled back in a bun, its luster normally hidden under a nurse\u2019s cap. She looked tidy and efficient in the white uniform. But she hurt from the hours on her feet combined with the walk uptown, making her lean to the right in order to take weight off her left leg. The ache added to her weary expression. The last thing she needed was to go shopping.<\/p>\n \u201cDamn!\u201d She hadn\u2019t wanted to go to the reunion in the first place and now she had to rearrange her schedule in order to find a dress she really didn\u2019t want to buy. She turned to trudge back up the street toward the hospital.<\/p>\n Suddenly, a noise caught her attention and she glanced up to find the source, a sign hanging over the sidewalk, squeaking on its hinges. Your Desire, the sign said in fine script. Vintage Clothing. An arrow pointed up the alley where Allison saw another, smaller sign hanging over a doorway. Puzzled, she looked up and down the street. She\u2019d never noticed this sign before. She hadn\u2019t especially noticed this alley, to tell the truth. Vintage Clothing.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do I have to lose?\u201d she murmured, dragging herself up the alleyway.<\/p>\n Pushing open the door, she experienced a rush of anticipation, a tingle up her spine. She walked into a store surprisingly different than what she\u2019d expected. From the outside, the storefront appeared tiny. Inside, shelves and racks spaced on each wall extended far into the back, making the shop very deep. She supposed because the windows fronted the alley, the natural light that filled the space seemed filtered, creating a hazy, gauzy ambience.<\/p>\n She stepped farther inside. Background music was loud enough to be heard but not overwhelming. A song by a swing band ended and a Hit Parade ballad by Perry Como began. To her left she saw a Victorian wedding gown hanging on the wall. To her right, a flapper era dress, complete with fringe and sequins. Surely these were reproductions. No one store could have such a wide range of exquisite originals.<\/p>\n \u201cMay I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n She started, slapping her hand to her chest. \u201cOh, I didn\u2019t see you.\u201d The man standing beside her looked like someone she thought she should know. An actor or something. That was it! One of those old actors. 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\nAllison Hayes berated herself for the millionth time as she hurried up the street. Spending her lunch hour shopping wasn\u2019t her greatest desire, but she had little choice.<\/p>\n