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Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on May 2, 2008 13:16:34 GMT -5
I drew in a deep breath, looking down at the sketch as I finished knotting the ties of my gown. I was looking down at what I would wear to the Beltane fête. Where I would meet Reese without Gratien present. The gown was a soft yellow with a sweetheart neckline. The skirt was full, chiffon draping elegantly. It would emphasis my curves in a way that even normally would make me feel rather self-conscience. But I wouldn’t be on Gratien’s arm, I wouldn’t have his smile to bolster my confidence. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. The clothier was watching my face. “What’s wrong?” I forced a smile, deciding on my white gloves. “Nothing with your design. It’s just some days, I’d rather be swathed in a potato sack.” I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t understand. “Never mind. I’ll take it.”
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