A piece of parchment drifted to the floor just ahead of the tip of Dominique's shiny wine-coloured shoes. Today, her long cloak matched her shoes making her vibrant red hair and pale skin glow in contrast.
She stooped to pick up what appeared to be a letter from the worn floorboards, turning politely to return it to the table from which it had escaped. "I think you dropped this," she offered, folding it along its crease with deft fingers as she handed it back and resisting the temptation to take a peek.