Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, |
“I see.” Adequate was not like, and as she was Juliette’s guardian, she wished to do everything in her power to ensure that the girl was at least comfortable. That dress, she decided, appeared to be anything but. Genevieve smiled. “You will be home tomorrow evening, yes?” She was certain Leo would be willing to make a trip to the estate on such short notice. The subject change took her further aback, but she attempted not to let her bewilderment show as she said, “Yes, madam, I will be.” She rarely stayed out past the last of her training; her routine was fairly tiring, and she was not much of a one for evening outings unless (like this one) they were expected of her. “Then my tailor shall come by. Shall we say 7 o’clock?” Yes, that time would do nicely. “We shall get you fitted for a few new gowns, in a style that is more… to your taste.” Her surprise was obvious. “I…” What was she supposed to say? She settled, after an extensive pause on, “thank you. You are too kind.” While her taste had shifted significantly in the direction of practical pants and tunics, the thought that she could, at least, attend one of these functions in somthing simpler was a wonder to consider. No ruffles and flounces at all, imagine! And not pink or lavender or baby blue or any one of the other colors that dominated her selection at present. Genevieve shook her head. It was more a matter of practicality than kindness, really. “Then I shall see you tomorrow evening. Do enjoy yourself tonight, Juliette.” Reinholdt seemed to have broken free of whatever entourage he had gathered; she was suddenly rather tired, and having a brief moment in which to lean on him seemed all too wonderful, really. “If you’ll excuse me.” “I will, thank you,” she answered. “I hope you will, as well.” Then the countess was gone, leaving the squire looking at her retreating back, contemplating this unexpected bit of good fortune. |