Jeanne had worked hard to convince Antuniet to attend the opera in company. Harder still to persuade her to accept the gift of an evening gown. She wouldn’t risk spoiling that by giving in to the impulse to do something unforgivable—no matter how tempting.
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Marien tapped and entered, carrying her feather-topped turban, freshly arranged into crispness. “Your guest is here, Mesnera.”
“Tell her to come up, I’m almost ready.”
She finished the last touches and stood as Antuniet was shown into the dressing room. “Oh, Toneke, it's beautiful! Dominique triumphs again!” She had known the rose shade would set off Antuniet's dark coloring, but the dressmaker had transformed her steadfast refusal of lace and ribbons into an elegant texture of pleats and tucks. “You look lovely,” she added in the face of clear skepticism. “Now help me choose a shawl. I keep coming back to this hideous thing.” She held up the offending garment. “Tio convinced me that striped fringe was all the rage, but…” She shuddered in mock revulsion.
“You're coming to me for advice on fashion?” Antuniet asked in amusement. “Which one do you like the most?”
“Ah, that would be this one,” Jeanne said promptly, holding up a length of mauve cashmere, its borders decorated with a design of peacock feathers. “But the color is impossible with this gown. Although…” She held it up speculatively against Antuniet’s shoulder. “Perfect! You simply must borrow it for tonight,” she urged before any protest could be made. “With that vision before me I can bear the striped fringe.” She held it up and circled around behind Antuniet to drape it across her arms and shoulders. A wave of heat ran through her. The wisps of hair trailing across the back of Antuniet’s bare neck invited kisses. She closed her eyes only to have her senses filled with the scent of her. No, this would never do! If she didn’t find some distraction soon, she’d be betrayed into doing something unforgivable.
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ETR (edited to remove): LJ wasn't playing nice with my web browser at work so I had to e-mail the prepared text to my phone and didn't notice it included a work-related disclaimer. Sorry 'bout that.
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Marien tapped and entered, carrying her feather-topped turban, freshly arranged into crispness. “Your guest is here, Mesnera.”
“Tell her to come up, I’m almost ready.”
She finished the last touches and stood as Antuniet was shown into the dressing room. “Oh, Toneke, it's beautiful! Dominique triumphs again!” She had known the rose shade would set off Antuniet's dark coloring, but the dressmaker had transformed her steadfast refusal of lace and ribbons into an elegant texture of pleats and tucks. “You look lovely,” she added in the face of clear skepticism. “Now help me choose a shawl. I keep coming back to this hideous thing.” She held up the offending garment. “Tio convinced me that striped fringe was all the rage, but…” She shuddered in mock revulsion.
“You're coming to me for advice on fashion?” Antuniet asked in amusement. “Which one do you like the most?”
“Ah, that would be this one,” Jeanne said promptly, holding up a length of mauve cashmere, its borders decorated with a design of peacock feathers. “But the color is impossible with this gown. Although…” She held it up speculatively against Antuniet’s shoulder. “Perfect! You simply must borrow it for tonight,” she urged before any protest could be made. “With that vision before me I can bear the striped fringe.” She held it up and circled around behind Antuniet to drape it across her arms and shoulders. A wave of heat ran through her. The wisps of hair trailing across the back of Antuniet’s bare neck invited kisses. She closed her eyes only to have her senses filled with the scent of her. No, this would never do! If she didn’t find some distraction soon, she’d be betrayed into doing something unforgivable.
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ETR (edited to remove): LJ wasn't playing nice with my web browser at work so I had to e-mail the prepared text to my phone and didn't notice it included a work-related disclaimer. Sorry 'bout that.