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Months of painstaking sewing in solitude, and she was almost perfect. But for all his efforts, he could not get her eyes right.
Emilie was back with him, but unhappy with such imperfection of her new body. He must fix this.
“Father,” Adrien said hesitantly, “there’s a fencing competition on Saturday, and I was wondering… that is, I’d like for you to come, if…“
Gabriel snapped his attention away from his fruitless research, frustration at his lips to tell Adrien that he was much too busy. But he stopped short as he met Adrien’s eyes.
So much like hers.
Perfect.