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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 3, 2006 22:15:47 GMT -5
Isabella blushed. "I'm sorry... sometimes I forget myself." She pulled away from her husband and stood next to him, her arm curled discreetly around his waist. She watched as Marie summoned the fairies to decorate the tree and smiled broadly at the beautiful blue and silver twinkle. "It's so lovely," she whispered, her eyes feeling moist. She found herself thinking of her grandmother and how close they had been for such a short little time. For the first time in a very long time, Isabella felt as if her grandmother were smiling down on her proudly. She leaned against Voltaire's arm. "This is the best Christmas ever," she sighed happily.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Oct 3, 2006 22:24:49 GMT -5
"Yes dear, I think We all can agree." Said Marie wrapping an arm around Evariste. She waved away the coffee table and Epit popped into the living room setting down a blanket that rolled out to reveal a picnic basket and plates and glasses filled with mulled cider.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 3, 2006 22:40:18 GMT -5
((OK, this thread's run it's course. Locking now. ))
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