Oh, that would be romantic…
I have been so flighty recently, I am certain that you will all hate me once more…
Please forgive my continued absences, but I am here now, my dear friends!
You were gone?
You wicked, terrible woman… If I were you, I would begin packing your things and preparing to leave Versailles immediately for your insults! However, as I am not a common whore, I do not need to worry about such things.
I am here to answer any questions you may have for me, my friends.
Mary Nighy as the Princesse de Lamballe in Marie Antoinette.
Court Dress or Mantua 1770, French, Made of silk and lace
“Pink silk brocaded with reds, browns, greens, and white in floral sprays and multi-width silver stripes. Overdress: open coat-style front bodice; square back neckline; front panels trimmed with silver galloon and silk flowers; sack (Watteau) back; elbow length fitted sleeves with double asymmetrical ruffles trimmed same as front; wide panier accomodating skirt with slits at hipline. Petticoat: U-shape waistline; trimmed with deep swags of silver net with silk flowers and gilt details; drawstrings at waist. White silk partial linings.”
Reinette, I do hope that either you, or the Doctor himself plan to tell me just exactly he IS.. What in the world is going on?
I want to see if I am the only one who does this or not.
Armand bowed slightly. “Good evening, signora. My name is Armand,” he reached for her hand, kissing its back gently. “How are you faring?”
Blushing softly, Marie Louise curtsied deeply. “Marie-Louise of Savoy,” she smiled. ”I am quite well, and yourself?”