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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on May 19, 2010 8:33:25 GMT -5
He burst into a massive grin, then kissed her hand and stood up straight. "Until then, Mademoiselle Petrov." He had to resist the urge to skip out of the room and school. As it was, he walked like a proper gentleman, though perhaps with an extra spring in his step.
Some of the girls who were too young to have gentleman callers giggled from where they had been watching at the top of the stairs, and the older ones shot jealous glances. The French girls especially knew exactly who he was: that he was the head of one of the most powerful families in Paris, and that, more importantly, he had never given any of them so much as a second glance.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on May 19, 2010 19:27:49 GMT -5
Nattie flushed a bit as he kissed her hand "Until then."
Watching as he made his way out of the room, she collected herself and placed her glasses back on her nose. As she walked, she could feel the eyes on her, a few girls whispered, but most of them just stared.
Heading back up the stairs, and out of sight of anyone else, she allowed herself to smile and rush back in to her room.
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