Aurélie Margrethe

Nora knew that she was probably the youngest stylist anybody had seen in a while. As intimidated as Nora had been, now that she had accepted the job, she was ready to strap her boots and get to work. There was no more backing out, at least not in Nora Klein’s book. As Elie started explaining the guidelines that would be need to be followed, she nodded her head. It was no secret to Nora how meticulous the princess’ life was and really she’d been honored to be given a chance to be part of this opportunity. Nodding her head and following along as best as she could, she pointed her fingers in the air to pause. “I might need that first half in writing, but at your service, ‘Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess of Denmark and Countess of Mon Pezat.” she let her accent try to hit the right marks. “I completely understand that it’s not personal, Elie. You’ll always have my ‘friend opinion’ before my professional one when we are behind closed doors, but other than that, I’m just ready to make you the most stunning princess in the room. It’s like dresses were made for your frame, but of course I’d love to hear your ideas and inputs. We’ve got so much to cover,” Nora realized as she let thumb play with the ring on her middle finger. 

"Well whatever you need, we’ll figure it out. I promise. I know you’ll be great because you’ve always had my back and I will always have yours. I hope you trust me enough to know that.” She reached out for Nora’s hand, brushing her fingers over the ring. “What’s this? Is it special to you?” Aurélie’s gaze looked over her friend’s hands and to her face, her gaze locking on Nora’s bright blue eyes. “How should we celebrate your new job?”