ma chère pru, c'est à ton tour...
Dear Pru,
So, Dreamwidth tells me it's your birthday tomorrow, but since I won't be around then, I guess you can have your present a day early :P
Bonne fête!
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There’re about two hundred of London’s thinnest and most beautiful women in this restaurant, and most of them are glancing at her at least surreptitiously, if not with outright curiosity. Her father always shouts his loudest, and her dad hides the tabloids, but she knows they call her England’s Ugly Duckling Princess, and shrinks down into her seat.
“Ignore them,” Everett tells her, casual and absolute, handing her a flute of golden-pink champagne, smiling crookedly at her, and says, “There’re not one hundredth of you, your highness.”
Astrid ducks her head to hide the blush, the dark red that’s flared out over her cheeks, and she takes a sip from the glass - it’s her first drink of anything, really, and the champagne is fizzy and sharp on her tongue, a tickle, a sweet nothing, inside her mouth.
“You know,” Everett tells her, smirking, “your father threatened to have me neutered if I ever let you drink on my watch.”
And this time, when Astrid grins at him, it’s wide and genuine and unafraid, because her godfather makes it a habit to be seen in public always with the most gorgeous woman in the room, and she promises, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
rageprufrock , Five Secrets That Ought to Be Kept (And One for the Road) .
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So, Dreamwidth tells me it's your birthday tomorrow, but since I won't be around then, I guess you can have your present a day early :P
Bonne fête!
*****
There’re about two hundred of London’s thinnest and most beautiful women in this restaurant, and most of them are glancing at her at least surreptitiously, if not with outright curiosity. Her father always shouts his loudest, and her dad hides the tabloids, but she knows they call her England’s Ugly Duckling Princess, and shrinks down into her seat.
“Ignore them,” Everett tells her, casual and absolute, handing her a flute of golden-pink champagne, smiling crookedly at her, and says, “There’re not one hundredth of you, your highness.”
Astrid ducks her head to hide the blush, the dark red that’s flared out over her cheeks, and she takes a sip from the glass - it’s her first drink of anything, really, and the champagne is fizzy and sharp on her tongue, a tickle, a sweet nothing, inside her mouth.
“You know,” Everett tells her, smirking, “your father threatened to have me neutered if I ever let you drink on my watch.”
And this time, when Astrid grins at him, it’s wide and genuine and unafraid, because her godfather makes it a habit to be seen in public always with the most gorgeous woman in the room, and she promises, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
rageprufrock , Five Secrets That Ought to Be Kept (And One for the Road) .
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comments | Comment | Not on DW? You can use OpenID or poke me for an invite code!