Giselle had only two bouquets of yellow roses left.
It was late afternoon, and August‘s withering heat hung over the flower seller and her blooms. Like the other girls who‘d stood there since early morning, selling bouquets in the shadow of the church of Sainte-Chapelle, Giselle had lined her wicker tray with evergreen branches.
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