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Violetta nodded happily "I would enjoy that please." she responded to the offer of borrowing a book, reading was a pleasure and although she leaned towards her romantic novels, the story that Millie painted was quite interesting. She smirked as she finished playing pantomine Queen of France.

She looked with curiosity at her friend as she looked like she might tear the chain off of her necklace. What was so unpleasant to the girl as to make her fear finishing school to the point of sickness? Violetta had known that to be her fate for years and relished the chance to be the perfect version of herself and to make a husband very happy. They clearly had such different expectations. "Sick? Why?" she asked with a note of concern. "It is a chance to learn, non? We learn magic, and we learn womanhood. I am told my betrothed is tres handsome, I shall be a good wife for him, and he shall be my Knight" she raised an eyebrow at the silly girl who seemed so scared of something so lovely.

Violetta sighed, she was the Emma Bovary of her own tale, and not everyone else saw the world in a similar manner. "May I pick a book to... how do you say? Reciprocate the loan?" there was a grin on the face of the French girl as she had in mind several novels that might shed some light on the joys that the future might bring.

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