Jeanne Colette Vaillant; "petit d'ange" (jeannecolette) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-05-21 23:07:00 |
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Lacking in certain social graces that would've made gown shopping much easier for her, Jeanne Colette simply said, "I'll have that one in every color, now please take my sizes!" And with that, she was put upon the measuring stoll and stripped down to her petticoats and slips, and measured at waist, hips, and chest. As she stood, she click her tongue rapidly against her teeth in what seemed to her a little bit of amusement in what was a desperately boring day and with each 'tsk, tsk, tsk' of her tongue she would cock her head to the side causing a long strand of blonde hair to fall from it's place atop her head. Twirling one such lock around her bony finger, she spoke to the dress maker in what could only be a tone of slightest irratation. "Madame," she began, "My I please step into the lobby and have a cup of coffee? I feel terribly faint..." In response the dress maker nodded and handed her a silk robed to clothe herself in.
Donning the robe, she stepped into the private but sunny lobby of the dress shop, which was totally secluded from the prying eyes of men. It smelled strongly of tea and coffee and smoke, as the ladies sat half dressed and resting. Taking a cup of coffee from the counter, she approached a table in the back of the room, a table for two only half occupied. "Mon cherie," she said, "My I sit with you?"