“That is so wonderful. I know she had to feel relieved that they were going to people she loved.” Meanwhile, Sarah was relieved to know the Butterflies had at least some of her aunt’s treasures. Treasures she’d thought she’d never see again. And now, they were trying to give them to her. She shook her head. “I can’t take these.”

Maybelle’s brows veed. “You’re rejecting our Christmas gifts to you?”

She hadn’t meant to offend Maybelle, but she couldn’t accept such extravagant gifts. “They’re too much.”

“Nonsense, girl.” Ruby came over and gave her a hug. “Each of us brought you a gift today, something of Jean’s that we want you to have. Call it a Christmas present or a housewarming gift or whatever, but these are for you. It’s what we always intended.”

“I…” Sarah’s eyes watered as she looked at the wonderful women who’d had such an impact on her life. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You say thank you,” Maybelle reminded with her usual sass. “Then, you tell Charlie and your father to get this stuff carried upstairs and out of the way before your guests arrive.”

A tear trickled down her cheek. “I love you all.”

“Telling us that is much better than Maybelle’s suggestion,” Rosie assured, then hugged Sarah. “We love you, too, honey.”

There was a flurry of hugging, then carrying items up the stairs where they put them in one of the mostly empty suites.

“I have the bed, chest, and dresser that went in this room,” Maybelle informed her. “Someday, I’ll give them to you as a wedding gift.”

Sarah crinkled her nose. “I’d rather you sell them to me once I’m ready to open these rooms up to guests.”

Maybelle shook her head. “No. When I bought the set, I told Jean what I was saving it for. She loved that idea.”

Rosie cleared her voice. “The wardrobe I have matches.”

“Do I have to wait until I get married on that, too?”

Rosie’s eyes lit with delight. “Of course. It’s a matching set.”

Ruby and Claudia both looked about to burst.

“Okay, what are you holding ransom until a wedding that’s never going to happen?”

“I have the curtains, those heavy brocaded ones that match these.” Ruby held up one of the pillows.

“And I have the tapestry that used to hang on the wall over there,” Claudia confessed with glee.

She couldn’t help but smile at them as she shook her head. “Truly, it would be better if I bought them back. Waiting for years on a wedding that might never happen to bring this room back together seems a shame.”

“There’s no rush. You can always use other pieces until that day comes.”

“Assuming it ever does.”

“You never know when the right one will come along and sweep you off your feet.”