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‘You think I’m a princess?’ Aurelle cried later, for the umpteenth time.
‘You take everything so literally,’ Diana scoffed, smoking. Her lipstick had faded, but her eyes shone. She had just had the best night of her life. Aurelle’s reaction was collateral damage. ‘Honestly, Aurelle, you’ve got the subtlety of a blunt axe. Art is about nuance sometimes; it’s not all about what you see straight ahead of you. Besides, I’ve been drawing you for years. It’s never bothered you before. The opposite, I would wager. I know you deny it, but admit that you love being the star.’
Aurelle put her hands over her face. ‘No! How could you do this to me? Don’t you love me at all anymore?’
Diana stood still. She said, coldly, ‘You’re drunk.’
Aurelle sat down, confused, snot running down her face. Sh
