Chapter Forty-Three
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Rita hollered at Madeleine, throwing down the black evening dress that was donned in red ribbons and red fake jewels. To be honest, I would have been shocked had Rita had accepted the dress, and was so often seen in her trousers and shirts, I don’t think she would have been the same person in a dress. Madeleine looked appalled. “It is black! Child, you love black and it is an appropriate attire for an evening at the Opera!” I had struck a deal with Christine. If I saw her dance with the ballet dancers during tonight’s performance, then I would know that she didn’t want anything to do with me and would leave her alone. No more confusement or hurt feelings (well yes, they’d be very hurt but she’d made her choice and I’d learn to move one from the pain like always) se
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