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Seamless {Adelaide/Amelie}
Amelie smiled at her response. She seemed modest and kind enough, and Amelie looked forward to working with her. She nodded at her curtsy. She could feel her eyes wander about her, perhaps already designing, and it made Amelie smile more. “Well then, Adelaide, I was hoping you might design a dress for me. You see, I am having a concert very soon, and I don’t think I’ve found anything quite up to my standards yet. Do you have any sketches or dresses done that I may see so I can see your work?” Amelie asked, curiously. She was dying to look around the shop for herself and see what she could find, but she wondered what the woman might supply her with, which would obviously what she thought was her best and had the most confident in.
“How exciting!” Adelaide exclaimed. “Is it safe to assume you are Lady Amelie Moore? I had the pleasure of hearing you once, but I am afraid I was not close enough to glimpse your face.”
She led the talented singer over to her desk, covered in sketches of dresses and coats and hats. “I can change anything you like, Madame,” she explained. “Though I do suggest something with some lace of ruffles around the neckline; yours is beautiful and should be accentuated.”
Never Too Late.
Catherine shut her closet once everything was inside, and she turned to meet Lady Adelaide’s gaze. “Your lucky. She feed’s off of other people’s misery.” Catherine remembered what Lady I had written about to hurt her, and she winced at that memory. She couldn’t get it out of her head because her words were upsetting and finding out something like that through a magazine hurt even more.
Still, Catherine kept smiling. “No problem. Everyone deserves to know about her so they can watch their backs.” Catherine replied. “Again, no problem. I enjoy your company also.” Catherine thought about her last question, and she smiled a friendly smile. “Promise me we will be good friends. That is how you could thank me.”
The young woman was still concerned about this Lady I but she had many other things to occupy her mind. “It will be no hardship to befriend someone as kind as you,” Adelaide replied honestly. She was surprised that she had been able to unpack this quickly, even with the assistance of another.
She sighed as she laid eyes on the trunk that contained some of her husband’s belongings and miscellaneous odds and ends from her mother and Mistress Dentelles. “I will do this trunk later. There are many memories inside and I do not wish to bring them to the surface right now. Thank you so much for your help.”
She gave in to her impulses and pulled the stunning red head into a brief hug. She pressed a kiss to her fair cheek and smiled. “Versailles is blessed to have you.”

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Seamless {Adelaide/Amelie}
Amelie entered her shop and took a look around. It was lovely and quaint, not as lavish as the other shops, but she had heard from many that this woman was one of the best they had ever hired. Amelie was excited to see her work. There were some sketches around the shop, but it was mostly covered with fabric, thread, ribbon, and many other materials. Its untidiness actually excited Amelie - she felt that untidiness accompanied true artists, as she could tell with Felix as well.
The woman suddenly emerged, looking quite excited to see her. Amelie smiled. “Bonjour. Are you the famous Mademoiselle Boutin?” She asked.
Adelaide’s heart pounded as a stunning young woman walked into the room and she suddenly self conscious of the haphazard piles of fabric and sprawling lace all over every flat surface and even some of the chairs. She curtsied respectfully and blushed when the woman referred to her as “famous”. She was unaware that those prestigious to get an invitation to Versailles would have heard of her, and not just her mistress.
“Yes,” she finally answered. “Please, call me Adelaide, my lady.” Her eyes roved over her beautiful client and she immediately began pairing colors and patterns to bring out her faintly olive colored skin. She was dressed fashionably and Adelaide was most certainly looking forward to working with someone of such distinguished taste. “How may I help you today?”
Never Too Late.
Catherine raised her eyebrows. It amazed her that even this new guest knows so much about this place. “Yes, I would just be careful here. It is very easy to get into trouble.” Catherine giggled. She remembered the things she has done, and she didn’t regret any of them. “You seem intelligent so I know you will be safe.” Catherine told her with a wink.
She paused, and wondered if she should warn this woman about Lady I. “Well, duh.” She mentally told herself because Lady I was the only reason she had to be careful in the first place. She is everywhere and knows everything about everyone. “I hate to say yes, but yes.” Catherine sighed, beginning to neatly stack her sewing equipment on her closet floor, “There is a person here, either guest or worker, who publishes everyone’s secrets to a magazine for all of France to read. Lady I.” Catherine winced at the reference, but she was excited Lady I didn’t know any of her secrets.
“She see’s everything. She is really the only thing you have to worry about here.”
Adelaide frowned when she heard tell of this “Lady I”. “How unusual,” she began. “I don’t think I have ever seen this publication. Then again, I don’t have much time for reading things that aren’t dress patterns.”
She frowned and thought of her own secrets, resisting the urge to rub at her ring finger once more. Everyone had their share of secrets, but in place where there were so many high profile figures, these secrets were bound to be more compelling. And perhaps more dangerous.
“I thank you for the warning,” Adelaide said. “You have been more helpful than you know. And the company has been very nice,” she said with a grin. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to thank you?”
Never Too Late.
Catherine blushed, “Thank you.” Catherine was glad someone didn’t look at her weird when she said that. She was being herself in the kind and friendly department, but she’s not just kind and friendly. She’s headstrong and a little independent, for she had always been afraid to show those sides of herself.
She pondered her resolution. “Yours is equally great!” Catherine loved trying new things even if they got her into trouble. “What’s life without a little risk right?” Catherine asked her, and she wanted to here her honest answer.
“A little risk is a wonderful thing,” she agreed, thinking of all the risks she had recently taken. Although they may yet cause her grief, she didn’t regret a single one. “And I am told there will be plenty of risks available for me to take at this wondrous place.”
She and Catherine worked in companionable silence for a moment before Adelaide’s curiosity got the better of her. “Is there anything I should know about my new home? I would hate to be uninformed of something import and make a blunder.”
Seamless {Adelaide/Amelie}
Adelaide bustled about nervously, checking and double-checking her machines and fabrics. She took a moment to look over herself in the full length mirror, rubbing at the faint rouge on her cheeks to blend it seamlessly into her creamy complexion.
She had been forced to apply more makeup than she ever wore to cover up the evidence of her sleepless nights at the Grand Trianon. Her late husband had been on her mind, in addition to the welfare of her mother and beloved mistress. She patter her loose curls into place and her heart froze in anxiety as she heard the clicking of heels coming ever closer.
Her first customer. She took a deep breath and put on a beaming smile, turning to face her first possible client.

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Never Too Late.
Catherine felt sad for her, but she was a very strong woman. “You are a strong woman! I envy you.” Catherine smiled at her.
Catherine smiled at the sound of the fountain at night, and she gazed still shuffling through sewing equipment. “It is. On Christmas they had fireworks and the fountain complimented it nicely. I can only hope the same for New Years.” Catherine smiled.
Catherine pondered her next question. She thought really hard, and she wasn’t sure she had a solid answer. She thought about her love life, and her friends, her family, her job. She also thought about the silly New Years traditions she and her family had always did. The champagne and the kisses at midnight. She gathered all of her thoughts and smiled, “To be myself.” Was the best answer she could give, and she meant it. There was only one time that she was herself here, and she grinned at that memory.
Catherine looked up at Adelaide, “What about yours?”
“A very smart resolution,” she complimented. Adelaide didn’t see how the vivacious red head could be anything but herself, but she had not known her for long enough to make such leaps of logic. She secured a coat to a hanger as she thought of her own resolution.
Before her husband died she might have said to be a family; a real family. Have him meet her mother and perhaps settled down and start thinking about children. She wasn’t ready, but she was willing to think about it—to plan.
Now, she found herself alone in a strange, albeit beautiful, place. “To be happy,” she finally decided. “To try new things.” Then she laughed and winked at Catherine. “Whatever that may mean!”
Never Too Late.
Catherine grinned when she mentioned the beauty of Versailles, “Yes! Wait til you see it all lit up by the fountains at night. It’s a sight for sore eyes! I’m not even sure any of my words give it justice.”
Catherine noticed her toying with her ring finger, and she seemed to have an upset look on her face. Once she stated her true reason for coming, Catherine froze. She looked up at her, and gave her a sympathetic look, “I am so sorry, Madame. I didn’t mean to pry.” Catherine put her head down and stared at the equipment on Madame Adelaide’s bed. She gave her a lot of credit for wanting to work after going through something like that, but she also felt horrible because Catherine herself couldn’t bare it if something like that happened to her, but it didn’t it happened to a very nice woman, and she felt horrible.
“It’s quite all right,” she said, hoping to put Catherine at ease. “Getting away is just what I needed. It wouldn’t do to linger over his grave, weeping, like some women. He’d be very angry if I were to do so.”
Questionable career aside, she did believe Edmond loved her. He loved her for her personality and tenacity, and she wasn’t going to change now. “I will make sure I see the fountain at night; it sound spectacular.”
Adelaide grunted as she hefted one empty trunk and stacked it in the corner. She grabbed another, an even bigger one, and lifted it to the bed. She sighed quietly and looked for a conversation change. “Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?”
Never Too Late.
Catherine smiled, and began shuffling through her things to find what goes in the closet, and what goes in the armor. She giggled at Lady Adelaide’s comment, “No need, Madame. That is why I am here.” She smiled and found a heap of sewing equipment and started organizing it nicely so she could set it on the floor neatly in Lady Adelaide’s closet.
Catherine thought about what she thought about on her way up here. New years and a fresh new start, she wondered if that’s why Lady Adelaide was here. She glanced at her and asked, “New years is approaching us. Is that why you came here? I assure you it was a marvelous decision, this place is beautiful around the holidays.” Catherine smiled a friendly smile.
Adelaide smiled sadly at Catherine’s question. She toyed with the ties on one of her corset and sighed. “I came to Versailles for a number of reasons, not least of them being the beauty of this place.” She rubbed the skin on her ring finger where her wedding band should have been.
She and Edmond had exchanged bands, but she never wore it. For a while, she felt brave and wore it on a chain around her neck, but Adelaide had taken that off when her mother had given her suspicious looks. “I obviously came for work,” she said, gesturing at the sewing equipment. “But I also came to get away. My husband…passed.”

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Never Too Late.
Catherine smiled once Lady Adelaide opened the door. “Not a problem.” Catherine smiled and she didn’t really care. Catherine was there to help her get settled and what not, so the mess would leave with Catherine when they were done.
“Where would you like to start? The closet or the armor?” Catherine asked, and she waited for Lady Adelaide to start because she didn’t want to be rude and touch her things.
Adelaide sighed and looked at the sea of trunks around her. “The closet,” she finally said decisively. “I will put my favorites in the armoire.” She hefted a trunk onto the bed and clicked open the locks, making a surprised sound when the contents poured over the bed and onto the floor.
She sighed. “As you can see, I made a mess of things when I was packing. I was…in a hurry.” Adelaide pulled her favorite hat from the wreckage and straightened it out, gesturing for Catherine to begin where she pleased. “Unless it is sewing equipment, just toss it in the closet. This is going to be a much larger task than I anticipated.”
She pulled another trunk onto the bed and laughed self-depreciatingly. “I may owe you a dress after this!”
Never Too Late.
Catherine was on her way up to Lady Adelaide’s room. She had promised her the previous night she would be back to help her unpack her things, since she had heaps of them. As she walked up the stairs, she realized Christmas is passed and the next holiday approaches. New Years.
Catherine thought of New Years as a new start. She loved it because she needed one, bad! This year had been one of the craziest in her life, and she wanted to apologize for all of the bad she has done to start all over. She had learned to make a home here, and she didn’t mind it as much as she did when she first arrived. A thought billowed through her head, what if her father never forgave her? What if he would disown her? What if she was dead to him? Catherine winced at these painful thoughts, but she would also come to be okay lord forbid any of them happened. She has a second family here, and she would be more then okay to spend the rest of her days with them. From being lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even realized she was at Lady Adelaide’s room. She pulled herself together and knocked, hoping she was awake.
Adelaide was roused from a fitful sleep by a tentative knock on the door. For a moment the young woman forgot where she was. Panic welled in her chest as she thought it might be one of her late husband’s associates, but relaxed when she remembered she was relatively safe here at Versailles.
She rolled out of bed quickly, cursing under her breath softly as she kicked one of her numerous suitcases. That must be Miss Catherine, come to help her unpack as she had promised. She pulled on her muslin dressing gown and hustled to the door, running her fingers through her loose curls. Adelaide opened the door to peer outside and smiled when she saw the lady’s maid’s red hair.
“Miss Catherine,” she said, voice thick with sleep. “Please, come in. I apologize for oversleeping. Pardon the mess, and my appearance.”