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preseason shows, sitting in the first row at each important couture
house, exultant. She saw, and was seen, and was happy.
The designers had outdone themselves, especially Suwela for Karl
Lagerfield. The feeling was tremulous, ingenue, all the tentative
sharp sweetness of virgin love. Pink, pale blue, whiteтАФlots of
whiteтАФwith indrawn gasps and wide-eyed sexual exploration.
Ruffles and flowers and heart flutterings at a lingering look.
Gianfranco Ferre showed a marvelous silk, flowing biocloth abloom
with living forget-me-nots, accessorized with innocence barely
daring to touch the male modelтАЩs hand. At Galliano, the jackets
were matched with flounced bonnets and a blushing fear that a
too-passionate kiss would leadтАж where? The modelsтАЩ knees
trembled with nervous anticipation. And the ever-faithful Sendil
showed an empire-waist ballgown in muslinтАФmuslin!тАФthat, he
whispered to Suzanne, had been inspired solely by her.
Suzanne wanted everything. She spent more money than ever
before at a preview. She could hardly wait for the official opening of
the season. Cade and she, once more thirteen years old, with love
new and sparkling and fraught with sweet ten-sion тАжWhile she
waited for opening day she had her hair grown long, her hips
slimmed, and her eyes widened and col-ored, to huge blue orbs.
Maybe they could give a party. Everyone tremulous with
anticipation and virgin hopesтАж wasnтАЩt there something called тАЬspin
the bottleтАЭ? She could ask the computer.
It was going to be a wonderful winter.
* * *
тАЬNo,тАЭ Cade said.
тАЬNo?тАЭ
тАЬOh, donтАЩt look so crushed, love. Well, maybe, then. I mean, what
does it matter, really?тАЭ
тАЬWhat does it matter?тАЭ Suzanne cried. тАЬCade, itтАЩs the start of the
season!тАЭ
He eyed her with amusement. But under the amusement was
something else, the now-familiar feeling that he found her faintly
ridiculous, casually distasteful. God, she couldnтАЩt wait to get him
out of this wretched understated nonchalance.
Suzanne made an effort to speak lightly. тАЬWell, if it doesnтАЩt
matter, then thereтАЩs no reason not to go for a bit of a change, is
there?тАЭ
He flicked at a speck of dust on his sleeve. тАЬI suppose not. But,
then, love, no reason to go for change either, is there? This suits us
well enough, donтАЩt you think?тАЭ
Suzanne tried not to bite her lip clear through. It was too close to
opening day for tissue repair. тАЬWell, perhaps, but one wants some
variety, all the sameтАжтАЭ
He shrugged. тАЬI donтАЩt, actually.тАЭ
She cried, тАЬBut, CadeтАФ!тАЭ
тАЬOh, Suzanne, donтАЩt get so worked up, itтАЩs quite tire-some. CanтАЩt
we discuss it later?тАЭ
тАЬButтАФтАЭ