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#we really Don't talk enough about suzanne in those clothes when she comes back do we?
sisterdivinium · 3 months
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The image startled her; how long had it been since last she saw her reflection? The prohibition on vanity bared all convent walls.
Yet here she stood in front of glass, in another's clothes, as if breathing another's breath — another Suzanne, unblemished.
The fabric fit snugly.
She touched her cheek, remade. Oh, she had aged…
Someone stepped inside the room. She turned.
“I came to check, the door was open,” Jillian said, unable to ignore the nun without her habit. “I don’t know if this is improper, but... They look good on you.”
Mother Superion might have scowled — Suzanne smiled.
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