—Mabel— “Mr. Laurent is here,” Ruth blurted, and hurried down the stairs. I followed at a measured pace, my gaze flicking from Émilie to Mrs. Chukwuemeka in the foyer. “Thank you for coming, Émilie,” I said. “I won't miss it for the world.” He took my hand and kissed it, then moved to Ruth's. Footsteps echoed as Émilie's two assistants entered the foyer rolling a cloth rack, and behind them was the glam team. “I'll go prepare the kids.” Mrs. Chukwuemeka winked an eye at me, and left. I gestured. “This way to the dressing suite.” Hours passed in a blur as the glam team worked their magic, transforming Ruth and me with flawless makeup. Then Émilie Laurent drew the curtains, allowing us to slip into our clothes in private, but with the help of his two female assistants. His eyes lit up as we stepped out. “Magnifique. You two will be the talk of the evening,” he purred. Ruth giggled, and I drew a deep breath. We slipped on our shoes, and Émilie fastened a pair of diamond necklace
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