Celeste soaked in scented bubbles
savoring the moment.
Today she would host the fashion
show of the season, leaving her
footprints on the social landscape.
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"Don't be nervous," Tommy cajoled.
Yet sweat puddled,
Mr. Frost's face contorted.
He slumped in the chair.
"Lunch will perk you up. I'll be back."
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Tommy raced toward his yard,
"Mr. Frost," Tommy called,
"I got a 'B' on my math."
Mr. Frost's smile seemed to say,
"I knew you could do it."
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Celeste spun in front of the mirror.
Every hair lay in place.
Arched brows framed shining eyes.
Perfect!
"I'm ready, world."
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Celeste wrapped in a fluffy towel,
strolled into her spacious closet, and
slipped her dress from its
padded hanger, and thought
Yes, it's worth the prohibitive price.
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"Mr. Frost,
No! Don't go!
Tommy screamed,
Mama!
Come quick!"
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"Mr. Frost, I wish you could
stay with me always.
Why not? Our house is big
and no one uses the room
reserved for company."
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Celeste ran into the room
and stared at the soaked, silk chair,
dripping dirty water
onto the Oriental rug.
Her dream night vanished.
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"My dress is sea-foam blue.
Do you think diamonds or pearls
would look best?"
Celeste purred into the phone.
"Pearls it is. See you soon."
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Tommy stared at the wet floor
where a soggy hat, scarf, carrot,
and buttons lay.
"Goodbye, Frosty,"
Tommy sobbed.
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