She looked different to how she had before, so long ago in Paris; her clothes were darker, less vibrant and more mature, elegant and form-fitting - there were a few tatters here and there, the odd mark, but overall a classy outfit. Gone was her pink coat, her bright smile, the healthy flush of her cheeks; for a moment, just a moment, he couldn't believe that she was the same woman - the woman he had fallen in love with and not been able to forget.All Rights Reserved
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