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Florentine greets me with a wrinkled smile. “My deary, you did come.” I frown. How did she recognize me? I look nothing like my true self. I curtsy, “Yes, my lady, of course I did come. Is it possible that you’ve seen my sisters? I’m afraid we’ve been separated and I’m ever so worried.” Florentine shakes her head, “No, I’ve spent quite some time looking for you, and I haven’t seen either of them.” “I realize now it was a foolish question for me to ask. We are all wearing disguises, so I doubt you would have recognized them. Although, you did know it was me. How?” Florentine waves the matters beside with a careless hand, “I’ve known you long enough to recognize you by things other than your hair color and some makeup.” Before Emilienne’s funeral, I’d never seen Florentine before, let a
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