Nicolette Vauquelin Posted January 23, 2017 Share Posted January 23, 2017 Just as prescribed Nicolette wore a tatter-y dress blue and white stripes. It amused her no end to need to dress-down for an outing, why she'd even ripped off the pink rosettes and any trace of pink ribbon anywhere on the dress. Years ago, this dress had been her pride and joy. She's sat in French salons with fingers idly stroking it's trim, she'd danced the gavotte, attended a banquet and played cards in this dress until dawn. But today she was going to go to a common bath house with Nell Gwyn - intent to befriend the woman going to lengths that no highborn English Lady would dare. Nell had said they would talk more of the plans in the carriage, and so for now Nicci sat gazing out the window, watching to the street as she patiently waited for the days adventure to begin. Puffing breath on the windows, and writing Ranelagh's name in the mist, with love hearts and pound signs peppered about. He was such a pleasing distraction. Imagine if he was at the baths too? The girl gave a dreamy sigh - smudged it all out, and begun again. Place holder for when Aria is ready Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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