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Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on Apr 25, 2007 13:38:56 GMT -5
I looked at myself critically in the mirror. The gown was one of my new ones, rust colour and much more fitted than I had worn before coming to the City. It helped if I pretended I was looking at someone else. Then I could see that the heart-shaped neckline wasn’t really all that low, and that the trim fit accented my slim curves.
“I’m a woman now, aren’t I Jeanne? I really am a girl no longer.”
“Hmph. I don’t care what they say missy, you’re a woman in your marriage bed, if that.”
I smiled, fingering the cream-coloured knotted embroidery on the neckline. We had been together a long time, Jeanne and I, and I knew when to laugh at her drama. It was her way of laughing at mine. I smoothed down the tight sleeves that came all the way down to just above my knuckles, then stepped into my slippers.
“So, what do you think?” I asked, looking over at my old nurse.
She smiled mischievously. “Fit for a prince.”
“Jeanne!”
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