The closer they move towards Avenue des Champs-Élysées, the more the crowds build, both in number and laughter. It's a party night, and the mood is infectious.
(Briefly, she thinks of Enjolras, banished from his beloved Paris by death. There is no opportunity to show him, and it's not worth the secruity risk, but she tries to remember what she sees. If he could stand it, maybe he wouldn't mind hearing.)
"And now," she says, twirling out from Alex | James in a flare of coat and skirts, "we mingle."
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The closer they move towards Avenue des Champs-Élysées, the more the crowds build, both in number and laughter. It's a party night, and the mood is infectious.
(Briefly, she thinks of Enjolras, banished from his beloved Paris by death. There is no opportunity to show him, and it's not worth the secruity risk, but she tries to remember what she sees. If he could stand it, maybe he wouldn't mind hearing.)
"And now," she says, twirling out from Alex | James in a flare of coat and skirts, "we mingle."