the two girls had spent the morning together, sipping coffee and carefully selecting outfits for the occasion. it was girlish, a soft sort of moment that emerges only in the face of something discomfiting. a break in the rhythm, a vignette from a dream. now they stood at the foot of the cathedral, two figures among many lit by the dismal light, umbrellas protecting them from the drizzle of rain. eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses genevieve glances over at gemma beside her. palm reaching out, she gives gemma’s hand a tight squeeze. it had been evident to her that the other girl did not share genevieve’s stoic approach to the day. “ how are you ? are you ready ? ”
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