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Silver -chp 13--Chapter 13-As always, Andrea was fixed to his stool, busily working on a set of cuff links for a gentleman customer of the shop. Small blisters covered his fingertips. He had burned himself repeatedly since last night. Normally very careful, Andrea was distracted today. Adele was coming. The very thought made a bead of sweat form on his forehead. Adele was coming to have breakfast with him. SHE was coming to see HIM. The innocent, delicate, graceful little ballerina was coming to see the awkward, socially inept, silver-smith hopeful. Andrea pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.Setting the cuff links aside, he leaned against the wall behind him. He swiped one hand across his sooth forehead, then down his abnormally smooth cheek. His navy mask was balancing on the corner of his workbench. He looked down at his blistered hands. Th
Silver -chp 12--Chapter 12-The train pulled into the Rouen station at two o'clock exactly. Stepping down from the platform and into the small station, Rosette fixed her gloves to her hands. It was February of 1885, thus the air was still cold and the young woman could see her breath in the small white clouds that form in front of her face. The money-filled wristlet Margot had given her rested in one of the front pocket of Rosette's black wool coat. Finding the fabric shop was no difficult matter, nor was purchasing the fabrics themselves. Apparently Margot's personal seamstress had had several bolts of the pearl-colored silk and gossamer put aside in case something should happen to the dress she had constructed.As Rosette handed the shop owner the required amount of money, the young woman hesitated. Glancing at the bolts of fabric, wrapped securely in brown paper and twine, and the young man who was to take the package to the train