Jeanne shivered in the heat of the day. For a moment, she thought she saw Olympe"s features on one of the maidens and wondered if this art was a portent of her friend"s life to come. She offered a silent prayer it was not.
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Jeanne took a glass of champagne from a tray whirling by her head, only half listening as Bernadette twittered in her ear.
“It was so beautiful, was it not, Jeanne?” Her sister rambled on without waiting for an answer. “Olympe looked stunning in her gown, white and gold, such a beautiful combination. Even the vicomte looked regal in his matching attire.”
Jeanne restrained her laughter; innocently offered, her sister"s proclamation was a telling sign of the groom"s older and less-appealing visage than the one of his young, beautiful wife. Suddenly she felt Berna
