Chapter 22. The fifhteen model, from The Boutique Robillard, my Gone with the Wind fanfiction

Saturday, May 27, 1876, 6:00 p.m., Charleston, "La Mode Duncan" Headquarters

From the gate, they witnessed the setting up of the large white tablecloths, immediately garnished in the center with a bouquet of flowers. The employees were bustling about like ants, in accordance with a carefully planned staging.

A liveried servant stood at the entrance, ready to check the invitation cards when the festivities began.

It was Ella who proudly showed the three precious sesames. Tonight, her mother trusted her.

The man of the ceremony, wearing the same impeccable uniform, welcomed the little family from Atlanta.  Later, there would be two of them to guide each guest to their table, according to the numbered seating plan Blanche had submitted.

He had been warned. As soon as Mrs. O'Hara showed up, he should direct her to the central building and notify Duncan Vayton of her arrival.

Scarlett's ears were assailed by a rustle of intermingled female voices coming from the second floor. Moments later, she saw Duncan Vayton striding down from his office.

"Scarlett, how happy I am that you three are finally here! "He clutched her hand, which she had spontaneously extended to him. His mustache brushed against it, like a caress.

"I am deeply touched that you have left The Boutique Robillard for a few days. I look forward to hearing from you about how the opening went and what the reactions were from the ladies in Atlanta. We will talk about it after the show."

"And here is the heroine of the evening!" With his most elegant posture, he bowed to the little girl who had blushed under the compliment. The greeting with Wade was more formal and resulted in a manly handshake. The young boy wanted to maintain a cautious attitude toward his mother's new friend.

"Fanny, your model has arrived! "His voice carried upstairs. Immediately, his employee appeared at the top of the stairs.

Turning to Ella, Duncan calmly said, "It is time to turn you into a princess! Go to her. She is a very nice lady. »

Ella looked at her mother, then at her brother, as if to give herself courage. Stimulated by their comforting smiles, she ran to the seamstress.

Time was running out. In less than an hour now, the show would begin. And there was still officially no one to wear his flagship model - although Blanche had requested, as soon as he had made to decision to wait for Mrs O’Hara’s venue, that one of the models had the right measurements to fit in, if need be.

Out of question other than Scarlett put on the sheath of dream that he had fantasized about during three days and three nights before being satisfied with his sketch. He was well aware to have taken a risk threatening the final bouquet of his representation, by betting on the effective presence of the young woman. But Scarlett O'Hara was worth it.

Courage! he urged himself.

His face took on a bored look.

The young woman in front of him noticed the sudden unease. "What is it, Duncan? You are less than an hour away from your big win, and yet I get the feeling that something is bothering you. »

Courage! he repeated to himself.

"You are right. An incident may disrupt the party. The girl who was selected to have the honor of walking in the fashion house's masterpiece just twisted her ankle on the stairs. I do not know what to do. There would be a solution, but it would require exceptional cooperation on your part. »

His eyes wanted to send her a message, but Scarlett was faced with a riddle.

"I do not understand. How can I help you? »

One last time, Duncan stimulated himself. Courage! It was now or never.

"Only you can get me out of this predicament. Scarlett, would you be willing to wear the flagship model of La Mode Duncan tonight? »

Stunned! She could not find any other word to analyze her reaction to this fantastic proposal. Had he lost his mind?

"Duncan, do not even think about it! It would be madness! Only a young woman used to showing off in fashion shows could meet your challenge. Besides, how would this custom-made dress conform to my measurements? »

In front of him was standing a young woman of fire, showing an impetuosity to move mountains to support her conviction. A Scarlett far from the face of the charming lady that she had been willing to show him until now. Her eyes were throwing flashes of lightning. She was more beautiful than ever.

God! If this passion that irradiates her transfigures her so during love... Duncan censored the rest of his ramblings. Shivers ran down his spine.

He resorted to the most reassuring modulations: "After the fifteenth model's forfeit, my assistant whom you met, Blanche Bonsart, immediately compared the sizes of the other participants. She had kept yours in her notebook. It turns out that your..." - he paused for a brief moment, embarrassed by the word - " "morphology" corresponds most closely to the cutting patterns. »

Scarlett seemed calmer. He took advantage of this, "As for the need to have experience for such a fashion défilé, my Dear, you have the bearing of a queen! » 

The almost childlike assurance of the young man made her relax. What a seducer! He knows how to find the right word to flatter me.

Her resolve seemed to waver when she suddenly remembered where she was, the most uptight city in the Old South. That meant she was going to be under fire from the whole of Charleston, from the sour talk of her Aunts and from those who had caught wind of the scandalous Scarlett O'Hara, including the Butler family. Impossible! she decided, mentally.

Throughout their discussion, her son had remained politely out of the way, having retreated to the huge adjacent showroom.

"Wade! " He came immediately to his mother's call. "We need to discuss business with Mr. Vayton. Could you leave us for a moment? I am sure you will be interested in the arrangements for the party in the garden. »

The boy was not at all convinced to abandon his mother when she was obviously nervous. The look he gave her was telling enough for Scarlett to understand.

My protector! She inwardly relished the chance to have a son who would be willing to defend her tooth and nail.

"Wade, it is fine. Go and distract yourself. " She allowed herself a caress on her son’s cheek which immediately pinked.

Reassured, he left the building.

"Duncan, I am honored by your offer. Unfortunately, I must decline it because I have decided to come here as a discreet spectator, to admire my daughter." Regret transpired in her statement.

Duncan's world was in danger of collapsing. A lump of apprehension was tightening his throat. At first, he did not understand. Then, suddenly, an explanation came to him, loud and clear: Rhett Butler! Scarlett was on Rhett Butler's territory and she was probably afraid of the gossip he had spread about her. Hence her reaction of wanting to blend in anonymously among the guests.

Slowly, as if afraid to frighten her, he took both her hands in his. The gentle warmth soothed them both.

"Scarlett, you were born to shine, certainly not to fade behind common people. I want you to be the queen of the evening, to be admired by everyone who matters in the honorable society of the Old South. " The more he spoke, the more enthusiastic his tone was becoming.

She felt like letting her conviction carry her away. Never has a man shown me such confidence as to display my presence before high society! Definitely, not Rhett, who spent his time mocking my actions. And who was so ashamed of me that he kept me away from his surroundings so that above all I would not disturb the 'charm and grace' of his perfect city…

Yet a scruple held her back. Duncan did not know about the sulfurous scent Atlanta had covered her with, or the rumors, both false and true. She was risking, without his knowledge, to tarnish this gentleman's reputation, just by linking her with La Mode Duncan. No! He did not deserve that!

"Duncan, I do not think I am entitled to do that." She paused for a moment. Should she tell him everything, or simply refuse him outright? "You do not know…  She bit her inner lip.

He silenced her in her tracks. Of course, he knew! And he would get past it. Never mind the backbiting. He had chosen her. Charleston would have to bend to his will - and her. 

"Do not say another word, my dear Scarlett. Have faith in me, have faith in yourself! Nothing can happen to you but to be the queen of the evening. »

Scarlett looked into his eyes. An intense blue, like a cloudless sky.

She stood straight and squared her shoulders. In a clear and radiant voice, she finally told him what he had been waiting for since February 21: "I will be proud to present one of your creations tonight!»

Duncan had to hold back his joy so that it was not overly blatant:  "Thank you for this wonderful gift, Scarlett. Would you please join your lovely daughter on the second floor? Blanche is waiting for you, along with the retoucher and the hairdresser. Do not worry, you have time to get ready."

As she was listening intently, he continued: "Let me explain what is going to happen. Guests are required to be present by 6:45 p.m. at the latest. Latecomers will not be allowed to enter the property after 7:15 p.m. At that exact minute, the fashion show will begin. You will not appear until the end. To preserve the surprise, you and Ella will remain at the back of the large showroom. That way, you can enjoy the enchantment of the show from the front row, while keeping your appearance a secret. I think Wade will be happy to be with you then. I do not doubt that your handsome young man will cherish the memory of the farandole of beautiful dresses and women all his life. Above all, he will be able to admire at his leisure the beauty of his little sister and his wonderful mother.»

Scarlett was feeling transported in an enchanted spiral. She could only look forward to admiring her daughter as a princess and slipping into the finery created by the famous couturier.

As she was about to climb the spiral staircase, she was stopped one last time by Duncan: "Thank you, Scarlett. I shall see you, as will all the guests, after the other models have paraded. May I confess how much I am looking forward to this magical apparition? »

Scarlett graced him with her pretty dimples and went upstairs with a light step.

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As she was reaching the top of the stairs, she looked up at the large octagonal skylight made of stained-glass decorated with foliage. Under the sun's rays, the green and gold reflections swirled merrily.

Stairs leading to the second floor of La Mode Duncan headquarters, 26 South Battery, Charleston SC, in the novel The Boutique Robillard. Actually the Colonel John Algernon Sydney Ashe House.

Joyful colors, like those which jumped to her eyes while penetrating the vast room of fitting.

Immediately, she regained the coquettish frenzy of her sixteen years.

In front of her, through the large living room covered with light, were moving dresses, each more beautiful than the other. Scarlett did not pay attention to the young women who wore them. It was magic, where a debauchery of silks, velvets, and satins, swayed elegantly and moved in an improvised ballet. The life-size dollhouse she would have dreamed of as a child.

Where was her daughter? Just as she was wondering, Blanche appeared from the next room. She greeted her with a big smile... and a huge relief. She could abandon the backup option she had prepared. Duncan Vayton's impromptu, preferred model was finally here.

“Good afternoon Mrs. O'Hara. We have been looking forward to seeing you. Your beautiful little girl as well. Please come in this way. »

That's when she saw her, sitting in an armchair twice as wide as she was. She was waiting quietly, holding in her hand a beautiful porcelain doll, with red hair, dressed in a sparkling green dress. Ella Lorena in miniature!

Her daughter looked at her, eager to know her verdict. For the first time in her life, the complex child of the late Kennedy had the confidence of a great one. Her mother's astonished eyes confirmed it. 

"My dear, how pretty you are! " So uninclined to maternal impulses that she was awkward, Scarlett felt her eyes cloud over with emotion. Her hard features had softened over the past two years, highlighting her large hazel eyes. The raw red of her baby hair had deepened, giving her curls chestnut highlights. And tonight... Duncan was right: he had turned her little girl into a princess.

She confirmed it: "You really look like a highness. Let me admire you. »

Happy to be complimented by the person whose opinion mattered most, Ella stood up and slowly spun around, never leaving her twin doll. Her petticoat flew up under the effect of the rotation, so light was the ivory organza fabric. The shorter skirt, matched with the bodice of a green as tender as the first spring shoots, was in satin embroidered with silver threads on the hem, the belt and the contours of the blouse. A shower of small stars with silver thread gave the impression of having been poured by a celestial hand to sprinkle the dress with light.

"A true fairy tale heroine! I am so proud of my little girl!  Scarlett declared as she hugged Ella. Ella told herself that she was in heaven today!

The clock was ticking.

The workshop director had given mother and daughter five minutes, but now it was time to get down to tough matters, the masterpiece of La Mode Duncan!

"Ella, my twins, Marguerite and Georgette, are very excited to meet you. Gina, their nanny, brought them into the next room with some other dolls. I'll keep this one for now, and give it back to you for the show. Your mother will stay 10 feet away from you in this room. Is that allright with you? "

Ella waited for Scarlett's signal before nodding.

Blanche recommended that Gina serve the girl an orangeade, taking care to protect her clothes with a large apron. Better not to take any chances, Duncan's overzealous assistant commented inwardly.

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"Mrs. O'Hara, please come and discover the jewel that Mr. Vayton has designed for you.

Scarlett twitched at the last word she heard. But this was no time for questions. "You are about to discover the adornment the great artist has intended for his fifteenth model! »

The seamstress who had come to assist them lifted the protective cover. No sooner had she removed it than Scarlett let out an "Oh!" of dazzlement.

Amazed, she could not take her eyes off the garment hanging on the hanger. Duncan's assistant and her seamstress looked at each other, satisfied with the effect of the seven hundred hours of work of all the "little hands" of their fashion house. A healthy reward!

"Mrs. O'Hara, let mel help you undress. " With a few skillful manipulations, she quickly found herself in her single chemise.

"I need to change your corset." When Scarlett raised her eyebrow in question, the seamstress explained, "This model is cut lower under the chest than usual and hugs the hips. It has to because the neckline of the bodice is generous. »

What Haute Couture sophistication in this satin undergarment! As a new owner of a women's clothing business, Scarlett appreciated the embroidery of flowers and branches in silk thread, keeping the stays in place and creating a refined finish.

Duncan's imagination knows no bounds, or his knowledge of the woman's body is infinite to attach to such intimate details! At the thought, a shiver ran down her spine.

Maybe I could buy designs inspired by this perfection, at a reasonable price for my Atlanta clients.

A groan of displeasure ended her thought, for the dresser had just tightened the laces of her corset to the point that she gasped for breath for a moment. But Scarlett had been through much worse, back when she used to ask Mammy to squeeze as much of that torture trim as possible so she could parade around in the tightest dress of any young girl in Clayton County.

It was now necessary to put on the bustle petticoat, equipped at the back with a row of cordelettes (*1). In this way, the back of the silhouette would not be prominent, avoiding the exaggerated effect of the famous "faux-culs" out of fashion for Duncan. On the contrary, it would allow the skirt to shape itself around the hips by rejecting the fullness of the fabric towards the back. A new technique, replacing the cumbersome crinoline, to make the posterior bounce in the most pleasing to the eye, and accentuate the swing of the train.

The "innovative" bustle with cordelettes created in 1876/77.

"With these attires, you will have, without any doubt, the prettiest arching among the young women who are going to parade this evening " assured her the professional of the fashion. Scarlett said to herself that, decidedly, this Blanche Bonsart was good company.

"Voilà !" (Here it is!), proudly proclaimed Blanche. She gently lifted with the seamstress the long silk velvet skirt of a green as deep as a forest of fir trees. "The Charleston green" specified the Frenchwoman. In one year, she had perfectly absorbed the habits and customs of her city of adoption.

Scarlett had just the time to pass the pulp of the fingers on the braided frieze with the gold thread bordering the bottom of the train with looped cord edgings. It had in its center three oblong embroideries, surmounted by a large palmette with stylized oblique edges.

Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt II at the William K. Vanderbilt costume ball on March 26, 1883. Dress called "Electric Light", in honor of Thomas Edison's invention. A battery built into the dress lit a bulb in a torch that Alice Vandelbilt could lift over her head like the Statue of Liberty. (Museum of the City of New York)

She held her breath as the crunch of the golden yellow overskirt draped her hips. "To perfection! " astonished she.

Tiny glass beads dotted the silk satin, symbiotically combined to form long grains of rice scattered across the fabric.

Scarlett watched every detail of this marvelous piece of Duncan Vayton's mind in the full-length mirror.

The ruffles were assembled between them by long ribbons embroidered with silver metallic threads. The two edges of the central ruffle were raised to calf height and joined in the middle of the skirt. As if by magic - and especially thanks to the talent of the high end seamstresses of La Mode Duncan - the drape fell into an elegant fan. (*2)

Dress "Electric Light" by Charles Frederick Worth, 1883 (Museum of the City of New York)

Above this artistic folding, a large palmette with twelve branches, replicating while amplifying the decoration adorning the center of the green train, alternated metallic silver threads, and gold strands.

The two employees said nothing more, absorbed in their delicate tasks, aware that they were handling a work of art.

The workshop manager revealed another piece that was protected by tissue paper. Without a word, she showed it to her employer's favorite model. Looking into her eyes, which were shining with excitement, Blanche had no trouble understanding that the evening would be a success. If a coquettish young woman like her was swooning over their creation, no doubt the guests would have the same reaction.

It was a belt, of the same golden yellow tint, in fine silk, made up of two short gathered ruffles placed in top of the hips, the belly being thus released. At the back, the luxurious fabric fell in a train, halfway up the green velvet night.

Detail of dress Electric Light"by Charles Frederick Worth, 1883 (Museum of the City of New York)

Still assisted by the retoucher, Blanche placed the sophisticated corolla on the skirt. Through the mirror, Scarlett was amazed by the glitter of the fine round paillettes in gold brass, the others in emerald and jade green enamel, mounted on multiple ribbons, falling all around this dreamy accessory.

"And now, the masterpiece of Mr. Duncan Vayton! " The voice of the Prince of Haute Couture's assistant was showing her pride in having participated in the creation of a work of art.

Assisted by Wallis, Blanche revealed the bustier to Scarlett, so that she could admire every detail. She did not know where to look! The ivory satin bodice, fitted to the body like a corset, opened in the front. Its cut was so clear that the breasts were more than largely exposed.

On the iridescent satin were applied, like jewels, lightning thunders' shapes with three oblique branches, delicately embroidered with silver and gold metallic threads, and trimmed with tiny glass beads, emerald color, and silver sequins. The cleavage was embroidered with gold on a precious emerald green tulle, with fibers so airy that the light absorbed almost all the color. To accentuate the jewelry spirit of the masterpiece of the great designer, real precious pearls were pending.

Details of dress "Electric Light" from Charles Frederick Worth 1883. (Pictures Museum of the City of New York.)

Scarlett hardly dared to touch the shoulder pads and armhole, on which gold and silver threads competed with a profusion of shiny metallic filaments, raised anarchically like a crazy grass agitated by the wind. The armhole, which completely cleared the arm, had taken the shape of a concave shell whose projections were consolidated with a braid of gold threads. Pearls escaped from the shell.

Details of dress "Electric Light" from Charles Frederick Worth 1883. (Pictures Museum of the City of New York.)

What if my breasts do not fit this beauty? Scarlett was holding her breath. The bustier stuck magically to the slightest of her curves.

"What incredible luck that this beautiful dress fit me perfectly! »

Blanche scoffed gently, "It is at least what I expected since Mr. Vayton designed this dress specifically to your measurements. »

Scarlett did not hide her bewilderment. "When did he create this model? »

Without taking any notice, the discreet assistant of the fashion designer revealed what for her was a simple fact : "The day after your visit to our workshops, Mr. Vayton imagined what you are wearing now. The sketch was ready in three days - even though he told me that he also worked on it at night. I appreciate his immense talent, but I must admit that I was surprised by this heightened creative inspiration! Especially since we already had a dress that was supposed to be named the masterpiece of this collection. Being able to admire the result on you now, I am really happy, for the fame of our Couture Workshop, that my employer asked you to wear his flagship model! »

On this, she completed the dressing by fixing in the back a vaporous tulle in emerald green organza falling until the bottom of her buttocks.

Details of dress "Electric Light" from Charles Frederick Worth 1883. (Pictures Museum of the City of New York. http://www.sickpupsnot.org/mcityofny/redgold.html )

Scarlett did not say a word after this inadvertent revelation. In her mind, she was speaking to Duncan, So, from the first time we met, you chose me. Using subterfuge to measure me from head to toe, even though it was a minor adjustment to a dress that had already been sewn. I won't be surprised now that the ballerina size is mine!

At the same time, Blanche asked her to sit down and take off her shoes. She showed her the most exquisite slingback pumps she had ever seen. Made of fine leather and satin the same color as the dress, the front frame of the shoe was embroidered with gold metallic threads. A silver lightning bolt with green beads trimmed the top.

The young woman concluded that, indeed, the shoe fit her like a glove!

"We are almost done, Mrs. O'Hara. Would you mind putting on the satin gloves?"

They were ivory in color and went up to the elbow.

"It will probably be more practical to remove them to participate in the meal. But they help give your outfit the elegance you represent. »

Scarlett smiled at the compliment.

"Voilà ! We are finished. Admire the work of Mr. Duncan Vayton! "she said in front of the mirror.

Details of dress "Electric Light" from Charles Frederick Worth 1883. (Pictures Museum of the City of New York. http://www.sickpupsnot.org/mcityofny/redgold.html )

"The clock is ticking. We have twenty minutes left to perfect your hair. »

With a gesture, she called the hairdresser who had taken care of the other fourteen young women, not counting the pretty little girl with the red curls.

With a slightly wry look, she asked Blanche, "What does Mr. Duncan have planned for my hair? »

"He asked that your hair not be compressed by any bun. By the way, here is his sketch. »

It had been placed on a pedestal table so that the hairdresser would follow her client's recommendations exactly.

At first glance, Scarlett was surprised by the artistic quality of the drawing. Obviously, he has all the talents! she thought with a touch of mischief.

Much better than a sketch to indicate the desired movement of the hairstyle, it was... her portrait! The shape of the eyes, the voluntary chin... That's me!

Excellent visual memory! Scarlett noted. The only thing he had to imagine, for lack of having seen them released, was the cascade of Scarlett's black hair...

For the next few minutes, Scarlett was able to reflect on the consequences of what she had just learned. Her experience with men quickly led her to one conclusion: Duncan had been under her spell since day one, so much so that he imagined a stranger representing the image of his prestigious Haute Couture label. And that ubiquitous green color.... All the other dresses - except two, if my observation is correct – are a reminder of blue and its derivatives. The emerald green of the embroidery on my bustier, the dark green of the train, could it be to match my eyes?

That he has a soft spot for me, I had noticed it for a long time. But it is taking on different proportions now. Could he be in love? A very attractive man, for sure, young - much younger than Rhett... "Yes, but just as manipulative as Rhett! she concluded.

And what about Ella in all this? She was part of a strategy to get me to be here tonight. That is obvious now. Duncan has no desire to go into children's design. However, he took a big risk in assuming that I would accept. What if I had refused to come, simply because my new store was taking up all my time? It was a daring gamble that could have jeopardized the presentation of his flagship model. What madness! Scarlett was stunned by the inconsistency of a seasoned businessman like him.

One thing is certain. I am not going to be maneuvered by any man, no matter how attractive he is. If Duncan does not tell me the truth after the show, .... »

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Real garden of the 26 South Battery, Charleston, mansion called Colonel John Algernon Sydney Ashe House - source library of congress oc.getarchive.net

Saturday, May 27, 1876, 7:00 p.m., Charleston, 26 South Battery, La Mode Duncan’s garden

The Battery's number 26 was now shining brightly.

The wall lanterns hanging from the railings on both floors of the piazza were lit. The exhibition rooms, lined on both sides with French windows, were so well-lit by the chandeliers and wall lamps that the guests seated in the garden could easily see the silhouettes inside.

All around the large garden, cast-iron pillars, well anchored in their bases, carried cables from which wrought-iron oil lanterns were suspended at regular distances. The dance floor was perfectly lit. No question of making a false step in the dark!

Each table had at least one oil lamp, its hammered brass shining under the halo of the flame.

Many guests were present by 6:45 pm, as recommended in their invitation card.

"The excitement was mounting in Charleston's honorable society. At last, they were going to meet the handsome heir to the most venerable and ancient family in the Deep South and certainly one of the wealthiest families in America. So many mysteries surrounded Duncan Vayton, the great benefactor of the Cause and the new prince of fashion. "(note: reminder of first paragraph of Chapter 3.)

There had been no great festivities in honor of the heir to Vayton & Son Ltd. since his return from France a year and a half earlier. The family had been in a period of mourning, for the loss of the patriarch.

Tonight was a chance for South Carolina's elite to see if the rumors were true.

Was he that talented? It was said that he had worked with the most famous French couturier and that his 1876's collection had been a great success in New York. The trade press was raving, calling him the new prince of American fashion. Charleston's finest society would be treated to an exclusive show of his new designs.

For those nostalgic for the Old South, his military exploits had been justly recognized by his peers. Like Aymeric Vayton and most of Charleston's wealthy families, he had contributed greatly to the financial needs of the Confederate army. It was even said that thanks to his French spinning, many of our valiant soldiers had been able to benefit from new clothing, so rare because of the blockade.

Halfway through, the girls were dreaming. Was he as attractive as they said? And above all, they knew that he was a man who was still single at 36. So the girls fantasized about being the one who would make his heart beat, and who would have the chance to marry Prince Charming of Charleston.

From the street, the elegant notes of the orchestra could be heard. The pianist and the violinist were playing classical rhapsodies before the festivities began.

On their arrival, the horses were tightly tied up near the stables, and the vehicles were taken in charge in the courtyard. But very quickly, for lack of space, the drivers had to park buggies and carriages all along the Battery.

On the left, the number 26 of South Battery, and other historic houses of Charleston, South Carolina. (picture Library of Congress )

As Blanche had arranged, after the arrivals had shown their credentials by taking out their invitation cards, a staff member would precede them to their table.

Trays were brought in with glasses and large jugs of water cooled by ice cubes. The orders had been formal. As soon as a guest was seated, the waiter in livery would rush to take the order for orangeade, iced tea, fine wines or whisky.  Now it was the sommeliers' turn to bustle about and serve the fine wines Duncan Vayton had selected in style.

At 7 p.m., Blanche finished her inspection. At first glance, all the tables were now occupied. There would be few latecomers until 7:15.

She headed to the buffet. For now, there were only four baskets of fresh fruit. Hot and cold food would be served after the fashion exhibit. The cook at Magnolias' Mansion handled the preparation of the various recipes chosen by Cathleen Vayton perfectly.

The French immigrant had been touched when her employer announced that, as soon as the models’ parade ended, since she had taken care of everything down to the second, she would join the guest tables.

Blanche was impressed but her first reaction was a polite refusal. "How could a simple Freshwoman, freshly arrived in the  United States, be embedded with the Elite of South Carolina?"

The owner of La Mode Duncan reassured her: "Dear Blanche, you have done a remarkable job.  Do not worry. I want you to be an integral part of the party. Especially as you will be placed in the company of my childhood friends."

His recognition of her work and his faith in her abilities as Director of the Workshop warmed her heart.

Blanche had five minutes to change in the second-floor dressing room and get her hair ready with the help of the hairdresser.

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At the Paxton table, Rebecca was trying to smile, but her heart was not in it.

Rebecca Paxton, in the novel The Boutique Robillard. (In reality, the French actress Michèle Mercier, in the movie "Angélique, Marquise des Anges")

Around her sat Duncan Vayton's childhood friends, all from "highborn" families. They, of course, and two other couples. Next to John was an empty seat, designated, according to the name tag, for "Blanche Bonsart. A French woman? What did she mean to Duncan? A question Rebecca would have liked to have answered.

What worried her secretly was the presence, next to her, of Gladys and Petyr Matisson.

The woman held little interest for her. She was the same age as Duncan, and had been part of their select group of childhood friends, sharing common birthdays, games, jokes and arguments, most often at Soft South's Winter Garden. Rebecca had never had any chemistry with her, watching for any friendly attention her childhood male friend might have lavished more on her than on herself. Her face was common. In fact, there had never been the slightest danger of the handsome blond-haired blue-eyed man falling for her. Rebecca had had plenty of opportunities to test the effect she had on the Vayton heir since childhood. But her possessive nature was jealous of every minute of attention the handsome Duncan reserved for Gladys. It was irritating enough to see her brother devote to the poor girl - who was dying of love for him, without the slightest hope, crumbs of kindness and gentleness that belonged entirely to her, Rebecca.

Her husband was ten years older than Rebecca. A businessman juggling stocks, acquisitions, and corporate failures. It did not matter to him. He had no scruples. All that mattered was the profit he made... and Rebecca.

They had met at the wedding of the Matisson couple, ten years ago. At the reception, the young groom was captivated by the beautiful Rebecca, already been married for a year. Shocked by his advances on the very day of his union with her childhood friend, John's sister resisted until, on a day when her husband had been particularly hateful, she accepted an invitation to lunch from Petyr. He had chosen an auberge outside the city. He consoled her and managed to invite her to one of the upstairs rooms, which he had rented... at the time of the table reservation.

A chaotic relationship followed. He was passionate and pushy, even reckless in the presence of Gladys or Rebecca's husband. Rebecca did not feel anything, but she recognized that he was a vigorous and talented lover. After her widowhood, Petyr expected their clandestine meetings to be at least weekly. This was the case for two years. Then Rebecca moved on, or rather to someone else. Petyr insisted, to no avail.

Now, tonight they were gathered around a table, sitting next to her, his thigh stretched dangerously towards her knee. The evening was going to be difficult...

Just as she thought this, the ominous birds flew away as Duncan approached the table. Her beautiful Duncan, so perfect, and even a better lover than Petyr!

While Scarlett was discovering her dream outfit, the young designer had taken the opportunity to make a quick trip to his house to change. Of a crazy elegance judged his mistress, a suit cut to his measure, of course.

His pants were light gray with thin dark green stripes. His ceremonial jacket, of the same shade of gray, was embellished with a silk ribbon of a heightened gray, trimming the cuffs and the collar. The back ended in a tailcoat. The discreet fan-folded silk pouch was the same radiant blue as his eyes. Every detail had been carefully chosen, right down to the faceted cut crystal buttons, a brilliant emerald green. The same color as the silk vest that fit his athletic figure so well, fastened with jeweled buttons with silver metallic threads. The lavaliere could have been considered almost too feminine, made of lustrous Charleston green silk, on which had been applied fine pearl lightning bolts, surrounded by silver threads - the same lightning bolts as those on the bustier worn by his model. The young man radiated virility and could afford precious ornaments worthy of the artist's originality.

He decided to make a brief foray to greet his guests. Three tables, set close to the piazza and the stairs, were the epitome of Duncan Vayton's "world.

The one in the middle was reserved for his family and his mother's friends.

To their right were the two generals and two colonels, heroes of the old Confederate Army, with their wives, and his two most valiant officers who had served under Lieutenant Colonel Vayton.

The other large table, on the left, was filled with South Carolina's Democratic politicians. The friendships and preferences of the heir to Vayton & Son Ltd. were known to all, and he availed himself of them. The Old South, its lifestyle, and its defeated army would always be in his heart. He would raise money for them to counter the current governor, Daniel Henry Chamberlain. (*3). Beside them sat the mayor of Charleston, the president of the charitable foundation named for his father, the administrator of the Vayton Group, and his partner in the spinning mill.

After a brief greeting to the guests he knew, a smile to the best Charleston families his mother knew, all he had to do was hug his best friend, John Paxton, the beautiful Rebecca and his other childhood friends.

He was not more talkative with them, for time was short, and they would have other opportunities to talk. He was vaguely apprehensive of a reproach. This happened.

"Duncan, congratulations on organizing the festivities. Needless to say, my eyes will be delighted to see your creations on the bodies of the young, beautiful models you have invited! "John finished his naughty hint with a wink to his friend.

"But I have a reproach for you, on behalf of my dear sister. I know you have been very busy with your collection, but you are exaggerating! How could you abandon us for over three months? Rebecca kept asking about you." He looked at his sister with amusement.

Duncan did not dare meet his lover's eyes. Well, "former lover," because he could not imagine touching any other skin than the one he had been lusting after since February.

With a friendly pat on John's back, he assured him, "I shall have more time for you now. We will agree on a date to party one night. »

With that, he left them, leaving Rebecca to her cogitations. Three months without a visit to my bed. Let us put it down to overwork. I have waited long enough. After the ball, my beautiful Duncan, you will succumb to my charms again!

The latter passed in front of the orchestra. He said to the banjo player with a firm look on his face: "You have taken note of my instructions, haven't you? At 7:15 p.m. sharp, I want you to start playing the specified scores, according to the planned sequences. I am counting on you! »

Finally, the opening of the festivities was approaching! The accumulated work and tension of the last few months should have weighed on his shoulders. Instead, a rush of adrenaline gave him the energy of his twenties.

What a journey since 1865 and his installation of "La Mode Duncan" at 9 rue de la Paix in Paris! A friend of the famous Worth, having dressed the most famous ladies of old Europe, now a favorite of rich American millionaires who dreamed that he would dedicate one of his creations to them, he would receive, during this evening, the praise that was closest to his heart, that of his peers, the noble families of the Old South. The ultimate consecration, my reward, will be to read the pride in Scarlett's beautiful eyes when she wears the dress I dedicated to her!

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The Vayton table was bustling. Cathleen was happy. She had mourned her husband's death with sincerity. Like any Southern lady, she had shown resilience, for the sake of her two children. Thanks to their daily renewed care, Widow Clayton had regained her strength. And what better remedy than to witness her son's success in front of all her Charleston acquaintances?

Next to her sat Eleonor Butler. It was a real comfort to be neighbors. Even when their associative obligations took over, they found a moment of respite to share tea, exchange information about their common knowledge, and dream together about the possible marriage of their offspring.

Rosemary Butler was sure she was going to have a good time. She had already spotted one of her friends among the guests, and the presence of the dynamic Melina and Roselyne promised a lot of recreational gossip and a successful party.

Even if the Butler family's presence was incomplete. With bitterness, Rosemary once again regretted her brother's stubborn nature. Despite the combined efforts of the two Butler women, he had remained reclusive in his library instead of accepting their neighbor's invitation.

Before she left the house to go to Duncan Vayton's reception, she thought for a moment that he would flinch, reminding him that Roselyne would be there and that a little friendly, sincere warmth would be a balm to his dull life. She had ended her plea by reproaching him, in a bitter tone: "You say you love us, but you do nothing to show it. Mother would have been so proud to be on her son's arm tonight. I am sure she dreamed that you asked her to dance! You are selfish! "He had seemed to be taken aback, even touched by his sister's emotion. But he had not followed them.

What a waste! It's so frustrating to watch him fade away day by day, week by week. And why? For whom? Certainly not, I hope, for that infamous Scarlett, unworthy of having borne the Butler name. It is fortunate that he never had the idea of imposing her scandalous presence among our honorable Charleston society!

Next to her, the cheerful Melina was looking forward to it. „How I canot wait to finally admire the beautiful dresses created by my brother! And then, we will open the ball. The repertoire of songs chosen already makes me want to sing." Secretly, she was dreaming that Alexander Dean would invite her to dance. He would be present with his parents. She had received their confirmation card. Her heart beat a little faster at this thought.

Her new friend Roselyne, sitting next to her, was trying to put on a brave face and take an interest in the conversation. But she was boiling with frustration. Rhett was not there tonight!

When Melina had invited her and told her that the Butler family would be there, she was so excited! Dancing on Rhett Butler's arm in front of all her friends who would die of jealousy, she was sure of it! For Melina was so blinded by her adoration that she did not realize that, for the vast majority of her classmates, he was past the age of being their father. He was old. A fatal flaw for them, except for Roselyne Tucker.

It has been so long that I secretly love him!  A platonic love of course, but which made her vibrate since her teens years.

She was fourteen years old when she first heard about Rhett Butler. Friends of her parents were extolling the exploits of a famous blockade breaker who belonged to a respectable Charleston family. But they suddenly lowered their voices. Not enough for Roselyne to hear the word "scandal" and "girl".

In her fanciful imagination, this novel character had everything to please her. A reckless adventurer, a little dangerous, and seductive according to what she learned later. 

Rhett Butler (Clark Gable)

A reckless adventurer, a little dangerous, and seductive according to what she learned later. Because Roselyne did not give up her teenage fixation over the months and years. She began to be courted by boys of good families of her age, but, deep down, only one was important. She watched for the slightest rumor, his marriage in Atlanta, the birth of his daughter, then her death, a bad marriage, a promiscuous wife. Any semblance of information rekindled the mystery. Oh, if only she could meet him! And then, by the greatest of coincidences, she accompanied her parents to a tea party given by Eleonor Butler. What luck! When she saw Rosemary, she knew she had to make a friend out of her to get closer to her brother. When she finally met him, she almost fainted with emotion, but she managed to hide her feelings and gave him her most smiling look.

The first times their hands had brushed against each other... Such moments of ecstasy... So little physical contact and her body was already on fire! Two years ago, she had felt that their friendship was evolving. Rhett was being seductive, sometimes even saucy, which delighted her. Until February, she remembered very well, when he had begun to isolate himself. In spite of his many visits to Roselyne, she had not crossed anymore.

Knowing that the Vaytons were the Butler family's closest neighbors, she was delighted to meet Melina. Perhaps the latter could provide valuable information about the elder Butler son's daily life because of the proximity of their homes.

When Melina had given her the invitation card to their reception, specifying that the Butler family would be at their table, the girl's romantic heart had beaten very fast. Finally!

But the party was about to begin. Rhett Butler's chair was empty.

Duncan checked the time on his pocket watch. 7:10 pm. He approached the head table. And breathed a big sigh of relief. Although he had little fear that Rhett Butler would be there. His mother had made it clear to him that, despite Eleonor's pleas, Butler wanted to remain reclusive.

He kissed his mother on the forehead. She admired his outfit: "How proud I am to have such a beautiful and elegant son!  "He kissed her hand in gratitude.

"The waiter took good care of you, didn't he? »

Melina said for all of them: "Yes, we chose a lemonade. Refreshing as can be before entering the heat of the festivities! »

Cathleen directed her gaze to the five empty seats. Where are your three guests? Your client could not make it? »

Duncan looked mysterious. "You will see them after the show. I have got a surprise for you! Excuse me, it is time. In three minutes, the fashion défilé will begin. I'll see you later! »

He went near the steps and turned his back towards the piazza. In a minute, the orchestra would play its score.

The sound of a chair being moved, a waiter running to take the last order before 7:15 pm.

"A double whiskey, please! »

Mrs. Butler's surprise was immediately replaced by apprehension.

If he starts with a double whiskey...

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Author: Arlette Dambron.

#gone with the wind, #gone with the wind fandom, #Charleston SC, #26 South Battery Charleston, #fashion 1880, #fashion show, #electric light dress, #Worth electric light dress, #Charles Frederick Worth, #Haute Couture Worth, #gilded dress Worth, #Scarlett O'Hara, #Arlette Dambron, #historic novel, 

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Read Chapter 23 and watch the fairytale fashion show,

together with my numeric creations of the fifteen models celebrating the flora, fruits and birds of the "Old South" states : 

Fairy tale fashion show in Charleston SC in 1876, in Gone with the Wind fandom The Boutique Robillard

Notes on Chapter 22:

(*1) Petticoat with turn, equipped with the back of a row of cords (*1) arranged in garlands on thick cotton, stiffened by a thread. The more the braid of the cord is unbuttoned, the more the "false ass" is distended - ref: advertising of American magazine, costumes-urbains com - https://costumes-urbains.com/?p=86

(*2) This Charles Worth's dress is seven years later than the 1876 parade given by Duncan Vayton. But it is so beautiful that I made an exceptional temporal digression, because Scarlett had to wear it! Dress created by Charles Frederick Worth (1825-1895) for Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt II at the William K. Vanderbilt costume ball on March 26, 1883. Called "Electric Light", in honor of Thomas Edison's invention.  A battery built into the dress lit a bulb in a torch that Alice Vandelbilt could lift over her head like the Statue of Liberty. (See photos on the Museum of the City of New York page sickpupsnot.org mcityofny redgold http://www.sickpupsnot.org/mcityofny/redgold.html

(*3) November 1876 elections in South Carolina - ref. wikepedia 1876 South Carolina gubernatorial election

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Reviews of readers of my novel The Boutique Robillard, in fanfiction.net and archiveonourown.org, for chapter 22:

Van. (Archive on our own) on Chapter 22  17 Jun 2021  omg ive literally binge read this in one day and i love it so much!! im so excited for rhett and scarlett to see each other again and i love how you used ashley too <3

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tif. chapter 22 . Jun 16 : Wow I've read all of these next 22 chapters and I'm already looking forward to the rest :). I really can't wait to see how this love trio will evolve

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Klen. chapter 22 . Jun 16 : Duncan is not ready to confront Rhett and the women yet...I'm not sure he's going to defend Scarlett. As for Rhett, he'll probably use Roselyn to show that he doesn't like Scarlett...poor kids...I guess it'll be Wade who saves the day.

Thank you, thank you for this chapter!

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 15 : Another exceptional chapter, thank you so very much for your efforts. Please, please don’t allow Rhett to get drunk, I don’t want him to spoil things for himself, Scarlett or Duncan. Scarlett’s getting a bit better at picking up on things, and depending how the evening goes, she isn’t going to like being railroaded into modelling the dress. I know a lot of people will disagree but in my humble opinion, Rhett’s manipulation of Scarlett was usually done with Scarlett’s best interests at heart. Oh, I know he benefited as well, (I always get paid) but on the whole he did/pointed things out for Scarlett’s benefit until Bonnie died. Duncan’s manipulation so far is all for him and his self-gratification, especially taking into consideration that he knows who she is and what her reputation is, and yet he’s still intent upon making a spectacle of her, and opening her up to all of the criticism and jealously that’s sure to follow. Loving your timely updates, thank you.

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Aet. chapter 22 . Jun 14 : Oh what a web we weave when first we practice to deceive! After being manipulated by Rhett for years, Scarlett is not going to like being manipulated by Duncan. It would behoove him to just be honest with her. The dress looks amazing. They had such beautiful clothes then. I had to go and look Worth up. I really like the last dress on this page, the one with the oak leaves, /tag/worth-and-bobergh/. I hope that Rhett isn't an a$$. This will be quite the night for Ella if Rhett behaves.

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 14 : It’s showtime! Fantastic chapter! I’m hoping that when Scarlett scolds and reprimands Duncan, Rhett overhears their argument- similar to Twelve Oaks barbecue when he listened in on Ashley and Scarlett. I just think it would be so ironic! Or if Rhett and Scarlett somehow wind up dancing at this event- similar to the bazaar! The scandal of the divorced couple dancing would cause such an uproar in Charleston and Atlanta. It would be such a blast

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Sul. (Archive on our own)  on Chapter 22Sun 13 Jun 2021 : I appreciate the work, and the Intention, but the golden dress reminds me of some really old fashioned over curtains in some ancient British houses I visited. To wear this would make me feel like an over dimensioned spider in its lair. The red dress would be a little more to my taste, but only a little...

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Mis. chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Well I mean it's not Duncan. I'm pretty sure the love of her life is Rhett. He is the man for her. She is Rhett's love forever.

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Mis? chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Once again I have no words to describe how much I enjoy the way you write. Your descriptions, everything in great detail I can imagine just as if I was there.

Waiting for the meeting between Rhett and Scarlett. If I understood correctly at the end of the episode the man who asks for a double whiskey is Rhett? He's probably going to be drunk and I'm not sure he would treat Scarlett well. This Charleston encounter with Scarlett would be scandalous.

She will be criticized by her aunts, and by every woman around because all men will surely be thrilled when they see Rhett Butler's ex-wife. I'm curious about the attitude towards Scarlett on the part of Duncan and Rt's mothers. Each of them knows about her son's love for this woman.

They both hope that the boys will marry a "respectable" lady who is not the sensational Scarlett.

Oh rhett, how sorry he is for this divorce from the love of his life. How could he see her with Doncan? What will he do?

My heart is broken at the thought of him and Duncan too.

Scarlett is being rejuvenated. She deserves to win the love of her life after all she has suffered. And I do not think it's not Doncan

Interesting will be the encounter between Duncan and R. that will surely demonstrate ownership of Scarlett. He thinks of her as his wife, not his ex-wife. She is still deep deep in his heart.

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Hmm... I've just thought it would be great if Rhett ended up with Rebecca eventually. And for Scarlett it would be good to find happiness with someone else. For now Duncan seems ok. Not a saint, but he hasn't caused her trouble yet, and I hope he won't.

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Tain. chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Omg omg omg ️️️️ Dearest, you cannot leave us like this! I can’t imagine Charleston’s reaction to Scarlett or even Rhett’s m, and Duncan, I have no words for Duncan!

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 13

I am super excited by this story and chapter! There are so many subplots that are just as interesting as the main one. Rebecca is a hell of character. I’m sure she is treated as a great lady in Charleston but in reality she is truly a scandalous. All the things everyone accused Scarlett of, Rebecca is actually doing. Roselyne is pretty awful too- she basically knew Rhett was married and still held off on moving on with her life. She’s lucky now that he’s even divorced- what if he wasn’t? Would she be willing to become Rhett’s mistress like Rebecca became to Petyr and Duncan ? It’s funny I bet Melina and Rosemary, are going to view and treat Scarlett terribly for her accused flaws, however their own friends are no better than what they perceive Scarlett to be.

I can’t wait for Rhett and Scarlett to meet again. I bet Rhett will show up at the last minute because of what Rosemary said. I just can’t wait to see his reaction! I know if will be explosive.

I’m still rooting for Rhett and Scarlett to reunite. They have so much history and have made so much progress.

 To be honest, I don’t care much about Duncan. To me he is some cross between Ashley and Rhett, but with all their flaws. He is sanctimonious, manipulative and hypocritical. He is as judgmental as Ashley, in regards to Rhett, but in reality he engages in similar activities as Rhett. To be honest I think his love is actually just lust- similar to Ashely. And with Scarlett, he only sees what he wants to see. Rhett truly knows the real Scarlett and her flaws, and still chose to love her. Sure Rhett wasn’t always right, and I do hope he understands that the decline of their marriage was equally his fault, but I still root for his reunion with his wife.

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Sca. chapter 22 . Jun 13

You are killing me! How can you leave us hanging here? You are cruel! It is hard to believe this is your first attempt at fan fiction because this is so well written, edited and compelling. I am not sure I can wait a week or two for the next chapter. Wishing you inspiration and fast fingers to create the next chapters.

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 13 : agree with previous comment that Scarlett as always needs to be ready for attack from all sides, great opportunity for both Rhett and Duncan to show can they protect her and make other give respect

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 13 : and again their meeting not in this chapter :(( don't think that I criticize, I just wait so for it! sure it will be incredible! Duncan better be fast with his explaination about the dress idea, his feelings and that he knows who Mr Buttler is or he will get a vase on the head by his passionate muse :))

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Guest chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Ahh you’re killing me! I can tell there are going to be a ton of fireworks! Poor Scarlett - she’s going to get attacked from all angles (Butler women, Roselyn, Rebecca, Vayton women). What on earth was this man thinking. Scarlett once again will get thrown to the wolves. Please update soon!

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Tru. chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Scarlett puts two-and-two together about Duncan only to realize that he’s as manipulative as Rhett!

The dress Duncan designed for Scarlett will surely be amazing ... one-of-a-kind.

I’m also eager to learn more about Ella’s dress and will Wade be the one to escort his sister?

One chair presumed to remain empty now has an occupant. Let the fireworks begin!

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Truc. chapter 21 . Jun 13 : What a study in contrast between Rhett’s pathetic, self-centered life and Duncan’s energized livelihood!

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Sta. chapter 22 . Jun 13 : Still team Duncan

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Moo. chapter 22 . Jun 13 : This is a painful cliffhanger. I screamed out loud! I can't believe he's don't let him ruin this moment for Ella and Scarlett. I really hope Scarlett doesn't falter if/when she sees him. Duncan is so perfect for her. He just needs to be honest about the dress. And tell Scarlett how he feels. And don't let Rhett interfere.

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Fai. chapter 22 . Jun 12 : Wow. Wow. Forgive me while I am in awe of this chapter...

First of all, how dare you? How dare you finish at such a time? Ha! So many frustrations!

I loved the moments between Scarlett and her children. It was very touching, and I hope to see more of it!

Scarlett is beginning to realize what kind of man Duncan is, but she's not as naive as she once was. He'll have to keep at it!

Beautiful descriptions, as usual. It is so easy to imagine the scene, the dresses...

Well... on that note, I'm waiting impatiently for the reaction of his highness Captain Rhett Butler, who has been waiting and continues as usual this frustrating behavior... No doubt that a double whiskey will not be enough, especially seeing Scarlett's loose hair (his fetish exposed in public, when he dreamed of it for so many nights!)

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Read again Chapter 1 of The Boutique Robillard, The Divorce

Another end of Gone with the Wind, Rhett Butler divorces from Scarlett O'Hara