Who: Jezebelle and Laurent
Where: A Party; Rome, Italy
When: Spring 1893
A party was no place for a pregnant woman, as there was only so long Jezebelle could stand to be on her feet. Her belly ached with the baby inside twisting restlessly, and it didn't help to have ten pounds of clothing weighing her down. She would have rather stayed at home, but Vincent had wanted to show her off and brag about the son he was to have. There was no arguing with him, as his temper was quick to come to a boil and fighting only upset her more. So there she was, dressed in a gown of pale green and ivory, unable to conform to the set fashion of the time. At least no one expected her to wear a corset while she was pregnant, though her feet ached from her heels.
After her third trip to the bathroom, Jezebelle slipped into a side room, pleased to find it empty, and even more pleased to see that it was full of books. Reading was her escape and dark secret, a way to take in knowledge that would never be granted to her otherwise. Vincent didn't like her reading, but he did not keep watch over her every second of the day either. Jezebelle was a firm believer that what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. She scanned the shelves, then selected one to her liking before taking a seat. A few minutes of reading couldn't hurt. No one would even know she was missing.
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