The comtesse sits in her room thinking about everything that has happened and is at peace that Victoire lived. She had done her duty for a women who had saved her soul and in return she saved her life *side note*I have more tragedy in my life then a Shakespeare play*
Poor Comtesse! I heard you were very brave and calm yesterday, though, brava!
I like this...but really an unlike. You look pretty beat up :/
powder works wonders over scars