That's because I didn't actually write anything. XD

Ha, you can't beat me. I've actually read romance novels. :D And believe me, there is nothing better for a laugh. cough.

For the first time, the woman in the bakery speaks to the dressmaker. It's nothing more than good afternoon, but the dressmaker pulls at the tight cuffs of her blue dress and fixes her with a hard stare. Ragueneau would back down from it, Lise thinks. But Ragueneau is a fool. That look is one of her own, and she knows what it means. She nods curtly. They can read each other's angles.