Coco and Schiap pulled up to 5 rue Royale. Coco sat in the car, a bit sulky, perhaps. Schiap jauntily entered the atelier calling out loudly, "Are you ready to go visit Madame Bedaux?"
Edward was adjusting a flower on a chemise and a two- tiered, ribbed silk, soft, pink, evening gown stood in waiting.
"Ahh, you do have something to model for Madame. Come along then. Let's get it into the car. Coco has got her German lover driving us out to the Chateau. Come, come, Edward. Surely the two of you are not still mad about the No. 5 perfume?"
Schiaparelli looked at the face of Molyneux and grinned, "She needs to be number 1 with this, my darling. You should stop needling her."
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