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Avine still didn't know where this show, undoubtedly grandiose considering the guest, would take place, and she considered with a tender irony her nameless prince, but she prepared herself as she could. The assistant without ruddy of the white practitioner helped her moreover with a surprising dexterity. He got her a long dress whose splendor almost took her breath away. It was a marvel with round collar in red and white silk tulle strewn with tiny flaming stones and sprinkled with stellar dust. Her raised hair was skillfully intertwined in long glittering threads adorned with crystal flowers. She honored her prince who had also changed into a midnight blue suit adorned with an ever-abstract pattern woven with silver thread, and he wore it with princely nonchalance.

But what made the most pleasure to the young woman was the admiring glance that his host threw to him and that for his biggest pleasure, he did not even try to veil.

- Magnificent.