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Jade didn't exit the fireplace so much as she was dumped out of it. Head spinning and stomach flip-flopping, she placed an arm on the nearest wall and leaned over her stomach, looking a little green as she did so. Taking slow breaths, she was soon able to steady herself. Straightening, she took her gloves off to rearrange her black strapless and brush the soot out of her strongly contrasting red hair.
She had been quite pleased with the requirements of wedding attire. She'd been to wedding in the past, but it was sometimes considered rude to wear black to a funeral in western Europe. In Russia, it was considered respectful, and she almost felt comfortable in her own skin now. She replaced her black, elbow-length gloves and walked foward toward the security desk with a serene smile on her face. |