XLVII
She was getting ready for the reception that her parents had given to celebrate their upcoming wedding, the smile had not been on her pretty face for a long time and having to make an effort, this evening, to show it to the entire high society was not something that particularly excited her. She looked at herself in the mirror and rehearsed not to look so plastic and fake. Her hair was neatly arranged in gathered ringlets, the red dress was pompous and bulky, with perhaps too much cleavage and some black embroidery. She was just waiting for Bernadette to come for her. Who knows why she had let her stay so long in her room, then with no one around to help her get ready. This stunk a little to her. Who knows what her lady was hiding. She kept looking at herself in the mirror and faking s
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