~Chapter 2~

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~France, 1899~
~November 2~
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"If it isn't my favorite companion!" Olivia Carter greeted Sprite before she even set one foot in. "How are you, my dear?" She crossed over to her, pecking her cheek. "I'm all right, Olivia, your concern is much appreciated. How are your mother and father faring with the performance tonight?" Olivia clapped her hands together. "Oh, it's wonderful! Mother is simply dazzling. Why, she even laid out her finest dress for the servants to fix! And even told father to wear his best chain." Sprite's eyes widened. Madam Carter rarely wore her crimson dress with fine Swedish lace; the last time she'd spotted it was at the Autumn Ball of 1886. 'That must mean she wishes to present herself as well as possible. Of course she would. Tonight is one of the biggest events of the year!' Sprite thought to herself. "Is your mother going to ask that you wear that taffeta dress?" Olivia made a sour face. "Naturally," she replied, her voice oozing with disdain. Sprite laughed quietly. "Do not pout, dearest Olivia; you look absolutely adorable in that gown." "Adorable!" Olivia brushed a hand over her chest lightly. "Well, we shall see about that. Now, tell me what you request for." "A dose of the usual, Olive," Sprite answered, using the nickname her parents gave her. Olivia darted behind the counter, and her swift fingers quickly produced a small vial. "Thank you, my friend." Sprite traded the small pouch the vial was placed in with a handful of coins. "Oh, and Sprite?" Sprite stopped in her spot, and looked to her friend. "Do be careful." Sprite's brow furrowed. "All right... thank you Olive." Olivia looked around her as if nervous someone would overhear them, and then set her sights on the girl. "There was another murder last night." Sprite felt her fingers turn numb. Her throat suddenly felt dry. "Another?" She wrenched out. "It's been the third one in France this week..." The last two had been reported from the next town over. "Did anyone see anything?" Olivia shook her head. "No. But people fear it may very well be the same people. Be wary." Sprite nodded. "I will." "Good luck," she heard her say as she exited onto the busy street once more.

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