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    In Shadows Love, Part Two

    Story written on December 30, 2006 by windrider.
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    Jenny breathed deeply. “It even smells different here.”

    “Yes,” Marina nodded, “it does. Everything is different here. The light, the air, the water, everything.”

    “You miss it?”

    “Sometimes.”

    “Why did you leave?”

    Marina stiffened and something akin to fear flickered across her face. “That’s a story for another time, ma petite. We need to hurry now if we’re going to be changed and ready for dinner by seven.” She gave Jenny what she hoped was a reassuring smile, and helped her into the waiting taxi.

     

    “41 Rue François 1er,” Marina told the driver, asking him to wait for them, “et si vous plais attendez-nous.” She reached out for Jenny’s hand and entwined her fingers with Jenny’s smaller ones.

     

    The young writer’s mouth fell open when the taxi pulled up in front of the Versace boutique.  “No, Marina, no.  I…I can’t let you do this.”

     

    “Please, Jenny?”  Marina’s tone and the softened “J” in the way she pronounced her name tugged at Jenny’s heart.  “Just this once, let me spoil you with something special.”

     

    “How could I explain it….”

     

    “Tim never has to see it.  You can leave it behind, if you want,” Marina smiled earnestly.  “It is just this one time, this one night, I ask it of you.  Please.”

     

    There was no resisting, Jenny knew it.  The driver opened their doors for them, then drove around to find a parking place nearby.  They were no sooner through the door than a small impeccably clothed man hustled up, clasped Marina’s hands in his, and kissed her cheeks excitedly, greeting her like long-lost family. 

     

    “Oh!  Marina!  How wonderful to see you!  It has been far too long!”

     

    “Yes, I know, Lucien.  I don’t get back here very often.”

     

    “A pity!  Come!  You must see the new collection!  I have the perfect dress for you!”  He kissed his fingertips and gestured grandly.

     

    “Lucien?  This is my Jenny.  Jenny, this is my good friend, Lucien Claudot.”

     

    “Ah!  Mlle. Jenny!” Lucien bowed and kissed her hand.  “I am always delighted to meet a friend of Marina’s.”

     

    Jenny ducked her head and blushed.

     

    “Ah, Marina, she is magnifique! Et très spécial, non? ”

     

    “Oui, very special, Lucien.”  Marina looked to Jenny, face practically glowing.  “Plus que moi puis dire.” ‘More than I can say,’ she repeated softly in English for Jenny.  “Now, Lucien!  What do you have for us?  Show us something interesting!”

     

    Lucien snapped his fingers and from everywhere, it seemed, people appeared carrying clothes.  “Donatella’s new season was just stunning, Marina.”

     

    “I hear she has a new playmate,” Marina wagged an eyebrow.

     

    “Oui.  Her name is Tereza.  Dark.  Beautiful.  And small, delicate, like a…” he flailed his hands looking for the right word or gesture, before dropping them to his sides.  “That’s why her best designs this season would be perfect for your Jenny,” his eyes twinkled, and he gave a rapid wink at Marina that reminded her of Shane’s flirtatious blinks.

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