#what if they were a lil' scrappy and had lil sleepovers and told each other their girl secrets

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@stjusts ( starter call. )

the chain falling 'round her neck hardly ever escapes its confines of her dress. there was never any rule specifically with the judge about it, though something has always told johanna that she shouldn't let him know that she is in possession of such a thing ( having the reticule felt dangerous enough ). but, she has to remind herself, she no longer resides with the judge. this little taste of freedom -- that she's certain isn't bound to last, but as long as they're in paris she'll take firm advantage of it -- should grant her the courage not to tuck it away straightaway.

❝ it was my mother's wedding ring, ❞ johanna whispers, gently roping a finger through it and back out. was because it's easier to imagine that her mother is dead. that was the reason she gave her up. her gaze flutters to marguerite briefly before shyly returning to the ring. she holds the small ( tiny ) diamond in her direction for a brief glance before tucking it back under her bodice. ❝ i should probably sell it now, but . . . -- can i do your hair now? ❞ perhaps it's too quick of a transition, but sitting on marguerite's bed, she's certain her knee won't stop shaking if she doesn't distract herself. johanna shifts slightly. ❝ your hair is very pretty. i get tired of doing mine all the time. is it alright? ❞