“Just like me!” Rémy said with a twinkle in his eye.
“There could not be anyone quite as wonderful as you,” Yvette added.
“I don’t want you to think of me,” Kelda said in a low voice, “but you know what I think about you.”
They had forgotten for a moment that Kelda was there and she thought when she raised her glass of champagne to them, that she had never seen two people look so happy.
“It is just like a Fairytale,” she said to Yvette later that evening when she was dressing for dinner in an evening gown that she thought was as beautiful as Titania herself might have worn on a Midsummer’s night.
“Of course it is,” Yvette agreed, “and Rémy is my Prince Charming and I am not only his Princess but your Fairy Godmother!”
“I could certainly go to a ball in this gown,” Kelda murmured.
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