"Uneventful in Paris?" Druella repeated, more than a little disbelieving. "You must've been doing it wrong." The dismissive comment could be considered mollified, however, by the fact that she did pull her little chased silver cigarette case out of her handbag. Flicking it open with a thumbnail, she held it out so that Olive could help herself.
"My summer," Dru continued, with a smirk, "was just what it should be." Her smile widened into something surprisingly almost genuine as she caught another glimpse of the sparkle on the ring finger of her outstretched hand; Cygnus had come down to see her off on the train, as was only right and proper of her fiance. "I had a wonderful time," she added vaguely.
And then rallied her mind back into proper alignment and wrinkled up her nose. "Why would I tell Alfred?" she demanded. "And what earthly business is it of his how many Frenchmen you flirt with?"
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