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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Apr 28, 2008 17:39:54 GMT -5
After working with an amazing designer, I had the perfect – or at least I thought it was perfect – dress for Miri to wear to Beltane. I had it wrapped beautifully with a big blue bow on the box and a note from me tucked under the ribbon. Miri, my love
I cannot wait to see you in this. I hope it does justice to your beauty.
Missing you immensely, Augustwww.nexteve.com/shop/prom-dresses/orangered-goldfish-F06_3.html
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 28, 2008 20:09:57 GMT -5
I'd come home from a small teaparty a few houses down when a maid rushed up to me, face flush and her smile infectious. "What is it?" I asked curiously, pausing mid-step on my way to my rooms to change.
"There's a package, my lady! From Prince Ausustin!" Her face was flush, hands clutching her skirts. I laughed and smoothed my hand over her hair. She was young, and I didn't doubt Prince Augustin was someone she secretly admired.
"Thank you, Jesella," I said. "Have it brought to my rooms. I need to change."
A few moments later, I was just sliding into my robe when a knock sounded, and I called to have them come in. An older maid brought in a package and set it neatly on my table, then left with a wink. Shaking my head, I walked over and read the card, my smile blooming instantly over my face. The box was opened next, and I gasped as I saw the dress, orange, sparkling, and absolutely gorgeous.
"Oh Elua," I breathed, my heart swelling.
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