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November 19, 2008
Lady Prokofiev stood in the boutique in Beverly Hills. It was her first time in America. She had been exposed to things she'd never seen in her 47 years, coveted away within her husbands wealth outside of St Petersburgh. Her lady in waiting sat, as was tradition, to the side patiently waiting to be summoned. Lady Prokofiev had no intentions of trying clothes on in the store. America and it's modern ideas, she' d frowned to herself. She picked up a pink blouse, not deterred by the price tag. Then shock, it buttoned from the other side. How would Ana dress her?