![]() In the light of my apartment I had thought the pink was darker the gold more bronze the bows smaller, softer the effect more Italian. As if it had changed as I’d sat in the carriage, transforming from what I had thought I’d put on into this. I’d paid little attention as I’d dressed that evening, unusual for me, and so I now paused as I entered, for the mirror at the entrance showed to me a woman I knew well, but in a hideous dress. I nearly tore it off and threw it to the floor. The fichu seemed to clasp me from behind as if alive - how had I not noticed? At home it had not seemed so garish. A net of gold-ribbon bows covered the skirt and held the flounces up at the hem. The dress was a Worth creation of pink taffeta and gold silk, three pink flounces that belled out from a bodice embroidered in a pattern of gold wings. It was still warm, and so the garden was used as well. ![]() The palace was the Luxembourg Palace the ball, the Sénat Bal, held at the beginning of autumn. ![]() A comic element - the soprano arrives in the wrong dress - and it decides her fate. He is perhaps a demon or a god in disguise, offering you a chance at either the fulfillment of a dream or a trap for the soul. WHEN IT BEGAN, it began as an opera would begin, in a palace, at a ball, in an encounter with a stranger who, you discover, has your fate in his hands. , who likes to write his initials in his books.
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