with a little bit of luck
@simone--baptiste
Tonight was Simone's first test. Sybille could barely contain her excitement, tapping her fan to her upturned lips. The carriage bumped its way along the streets of Paris. Across from her, Simone sat very proper like. Her back was straight, chest wrangled into stays, dressed up and perfumed like a doll. Her face wasn't right yet; Simone was unafraid to meet anyone's eye and stare them down, but Sybille knew she could hide it.
"Are you ready?" Sybille asked, reaching forward to touch Simone's knee. There was little time for them to turn around. The carriage slowed to a stop, and Sybille knew that they had arrived. Outside the carriage was the house of Monsieur Labelle, and the night where they would introduce Simone as Sybille’s country cousin. Already Sybille could hear the sounds of the party outside, voices lifting down onto the courtyard, musician’s songs filtering through the windows. Sybille cast Simone a reassuring smile, patting her leg.
