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er　sketchbook　and　a　pencil　from　her　bag。　She’d　head　to　the　attic　and　sketch　the　snowstorm；　and　if　she　just　happened　to　run　into　a　boxer…clad　Nate；　she　wouldn’t　plain。

She　slowly　tiptoed　up　the　creaky　stairs　that　led　to　the　attic　and　gasped。　She’d　been　imagining　a　creepy；　cobwebby　crawl　space。　Instead；　Oriental　rugs　covered　the　dark　oak　floors。　Louis　Vuitton　steamer　trunks　and　abandoned　antique　furniture　vied　for　space。　Clothes　were　hanging　on　coatracks；　and　bookshelves　were　overflowing　with　first　editions。　The　old　sleigh　bed　in　the　corner　looked　slept　in；　but　Nate　wasn’t　in　it。　She　couldn’t　be　disappointed；　though—there　was　so　much　else　to　look　at。

Jenny　timidly　pulled　open　one　of　the　doors　of　an　antique…looking　wardrobe。

“Oh！”　she　breathed　in　surprise。　Packed　in　the　small　space　were　dresses　of　all　different　colors　and　styles；　hundreds　of　thousands　of　dollars’　worth　of　couture。　It　was　even　better　than　shopping　at　Next　to　New；　the　vintage　store　in　Rhinecliff　that　all　the　Waverly　girls　visited　when　they　needed　a　one…of…a…kind　party　outfit。　Jenny　found　herself　pulling　out　a　short　Nina　Ricci　sparkly　halter　dress。　It　probably　hadn’t　been　worn　or　even　looked　at　in　years。　It　was　practically　her　duty　to　try　it　on。

She　wedged　herself　behind　the　wardrobe；　pulled　off　the　baby　pink　Senior　Spa　Weekend　T…shirt　she’d　found　in　the　guest　room；　and　shimmied　into　the　dress。

She　scampered　over　to　a　freestanding　mirror　and　gazed　at　herself。　Her　chest　didn’t　look　as　ginormous　as　usual；　and　her　petite　frame　was　lengthened　by　the　halter　straps。　She　shook　her　curls　around　her　face。　She　felt　like　she　was　headed　to　a　party　at　Studio　54。

Jenny　continued　to　paw　through　the　dresses　in　the　wardrobe　until　she　came　to　an　oversize　garment　bag。　It　was　taller　than