~Twenty~Jeanne sat on one side of her bed, half dressed, shrouded in somber silence. On the other side, her sister buzzed and twittered, donning layer after layer of beautiful undergarments of silk and lace, the rich fabrics rustling over the sound of her giggles, her servant as excited as her mistress.
“I have never attended the wedding of a nobleman.” Bernadette trilled the words, singing them instead of speaking.
“Non, ma petite,” tutted Tilly, Bernadette's maid since she had been a small girl. “You were at the Dauphin's wedding.”
“Tilly,” Bernadette chided, her excitement now shrill as her head popped out of the yards of her purple satin gown. “I was only twelve, a little girl.”
Jeanne glanced at her discomposed sibling over her shoulder with a fond smile, grateful for her sister's
