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Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on May 8, 2007 20:47:10 GMT -5
“Stop fussing!” Her voice was cross as she ordered my hands still. I adjusted my gown one last time before the mirror, then my eyes met Jean’s in the reflection. “You look wonderful. Now stop it and trust me.”
I looked back down at my own reflection. My hair was up, a blue flower from Gratien’s gift carefully wound in the curls. I had the barest hint of makeup on; I couldn’t stand the thought of painting myself like a doll. And the gown. It was simply perfect. The bodice was a corset of forest green silk, the ribbing accented in black. The skirt was a matching green silk, my gloves matched the ribbing. The lines were simple and elegant, perfect for the coronation and the fête that followed. Though I was getting used to showing a bit more skin – this time my bare shoulders – I was nervous for a different reason. He was going to be there. And I was afraid that even if I looked my best, it wouldn’t be enough. I was pretty enough I suppose, no exceptional beauty. But he was a prince, undoubtedly used to beauty all around. What if another woman caught his eye? What if-
“Juliette.” The voice interrupted the musings that were becoming steadily more frantic and depressed. I met a different pair of eyes in the mirror again. Gregory. “You’re absolutely stunning tonight. Stop worrying, he won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you.”
I smiled then, at my teacher and mentor. His message was no different from Jean’s, but it meant a lot to hear it from him. “Thank you.”
He chuckled, and I could tell he was embarrassed a little. “Now remember not to slouch, relax in the waltz, and you’ll be fine. Oh, and have fun.”
I laughed at that, taking my cloak and heading for the door.
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