[Was it wrong to say Eponine's life flashed before her eyes? Her dress, the only pretty thing she owned, and seemingly in slow motion, a splash of wine falling towards it. With a little shriek, she tugs it out of the way, narrowing avoiding staining it forever.
After making sure the gold material was unharmed, she looks to the man who bumped into her.]
A...are you all right, monsieur?
[Her response might not have been so polite if her dress had been ruined.]
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After making sure the gold material was unharmed, she looks to the man who bumped into her.]
A...are you all right, monsieur?
[Her response might not have been so polite if her dress had been ruined.]