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This is kind of a short chapter, sorry. I will make it up to you guys, promise! The chapter is dedicated to one of my friends who helped give me the idea.
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The dinner party was the Vilcomtess's doing.
Had it been up to Christine, she wouldn't have liked to meet anyone at all, let alone over a long, tedious meal.
But, Raoul told her to agree, and she couldn't refuse. After all, the Vilcomtess was to be Christine's mother-in-law, and would most certainly not like to be on bad terms.
So, invitations were sent. Raoul's immediate family were invited, along with a few of his closest friends.
The Vilcomtess had chosen white for the color of the evening--God's sake, Christine had to wear a certain color! Hang it, hang it all!
In total, fifteen people, all who Christine had no desire to meet, would arrive at the de Changy Manor at 7 o'clock sharp, eat dinner at 7:30, and have drinks in the evening parlor at 8:15.
Christine sat in front of her vainty, as a Annette, Christine's new ladies maid, did up her hair.
Annette was skilled, Christine had to give the girl that. She had twisted Christine's tameless curls into a neat bun, leaving a few smaller curls dangling in the front, framing her face. It was simple, yet elegant, and Christine liked it.
Annette also helped Christine dress, and this time, she was thankful. The Vilcomtess had ordered Christine a beautiful, silk, pearl colored gown. It had an empire waist, and had a small train behind her. The heart shaped neckline rounded her breasts, and the sleeves came to her elbows. Many small buttons adorned the back, and Annette buttoned them all with precise, quick fingers.
When Annette finished, Christine thanked her, dismissing her.
Christine stared at her refection once more, studying every detail, as if to memorize this one moment.
A nock on her door startled Christine, and she jumped in her chair.
"Christine?" Came Raoul's soft voice behind her door.
Christine sat up and straightened her dress.
"Come in," she told him, a little too detached than she meant to.
Raoul opened her door, and walked in. He was dressed very well, white tie. He smiled at her fondly, and Christine decided he was the handsomest man she knew.
"Are you ready, my darling?" He asked her, taking her hand and tenderly kissing her knuckles.
Christine nodded and rose to her feet, and Raoul held out an arm for her to take. She obliged, and he guided her out the door and down the long hallway.
"Raoul," Christine licked her lips. "Raoul, I am nervous."
Raoul chuckled.
"Whatever for, Lottie?" He asked her. Christine wouldn't look at him.
"I am frightened I shall make a fool of myself, Raoul." She felt a fool now, and silly for being afraid to meet her husband-to-be's relatives.
"You have no need to be frightened, Christine. They will all love you," he said trying to calm her nerves.
All too soon, they arrived into the grand dining hall.
It seemed even more spectacular, no doubt the Vilcomtess's doing. The beautiful carvings on the hearth seemed to glow along with the warmth of the fire beneath it. The de Changy crest above the hearth, shown in the light of the two extravagant chandeliers above the polished wood table. Upon the table, sat evenly placed plates and silverware. Several elegant bouquets added pops of color to the room.
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