Olympe is nine years old when she begins to sew her own clothing.Nine is the year that she outgrows
Olympe is nine years old when she begins to sew her own clothing.Nine is the year that she outgrows the selection at the little show near their Paris flat, when the only robes left for her are the heavy black ones that the old fashioned widows still wear and are made of so much fabric that she looks like a little girl playing dress-up.Her parents despaired. Madame. and Monsieur Maxime had never expected their adopted daughter to outgrow them before she even left for school, never counted on the stares that would follow her as she walked down the street.This is what Olympe has learned: people will always stare. She is out of the usual way of things, and people always notice when you stand out. What she can do is make sure that when they stare, they admire what they see. She asks for a book of patterns and a sewing machine for her birthday.By the time she enters Beauxbatons, she has perfected the tailoring on her homemade school robes. She has chosen trimmings that do not detract from the uniform, but accent her strong features. Her jewelery is flattering but not ostentatious, her hat perches neatly on her head, her cape falls in crisp folds.Olympe will always stand out. She is tall, she is loud, and she is not ashamed. And she is the best dressed student at Beauxbatons. She the one her classmates approach when choosing ensembles for balls and dates and formal dinners, the one whose style is often copied and never surpassed.Let them stare. They will never see her at less than her best.Source -- source link
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