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“THIS FIT IS magnificent,” Verena said, turning in front of the three-way mirror in Fianna’s Robertson Boulevard boutique.
Lacey had booked the first flight she could for the next evening for her. Verena needed an appropriately chic outfit for Paris, so she’d called Fianna last night, and her friend had come to her rescue.
Verena tamped down her anxiety. Their livelihood and the continuation of the business hinged on the Rose Beauté meeting with Henri Becaud. She’d hardly slept worrying about it.
Verena smiled at Fianna in the mirror. When Fianna had realized her state, she had brought Verena a cup of mint tea and turned up the music. Verena was so thankful for friends like Fianna and Scarlett.
“I knew that dress would be perfect on you, and the style is just right for your meeting
