Miramont's Ghost
“It was like stepping directly into a fairy tale, her slippers turned to glass. She scanned the scene before her. There had to be a handsome prince, an old green frog, a wicked stepmother, a pumpkin coach, and little mice footmen somewhere in this incredible scene.
The opera house blazed with golden light. The sky was a deep blue, a fine line of pale turquoise at the horizon. A few stars blazed in the deepening dusk. Adrienne felt drenched in the beauty of it all.
People milled about, dr...essed in their finest. The gentlemen wore tuxedos, their long coattails hitting their calves. They tipped their hats to everyone they met, their hands elegant in white gloves. The women sparkled like jewels, long white opera gloves visible beneath their cloaks. They swept through the grand doors in groups of three and four.
Lucie took Adrienne’s arm as they moved toward the entrance. The entire family looked so dapper and refined tonight.MoreLess
The opera house blazed with golden light. The sky was a deep blue, a fine line of pale turquoise at the horizon. A few stars blazed in the deepening dusk. Adrienne felt drenched in the beauty of it all.
People milled about, dr...essed in their finest. The gentlemen wore tuxedos, their long coattails hitting their calves. They tipped their hats to everyone they met, their hands elegant in white gloves. The women sparkled like jewels, long white opera gloves visible beneath their cloaks. They swept through the grand doors in groups of three and four.
Lucie took Adrienne’s arm as they moved toward the entrance. The entire family looked so dapper and refined tonight.MoreLess
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