"Armand! Vidal!" said Helene's mother. "See how beautiful Helene is with her beautiful hair and earrings. She looks just like Brigitte, doesn't she?"
Armond looked stunned. "Is that what she's going to be in your next show?" he barked at Vidal show seemed quite stunned, too, to see Maman's daughter enter the sitting room. He jumped to his feet and stepped forward to take her hand, bowing over it while Helene felt her temperature rise as Vidal kissed her soft fingers.
"Such a beautiful fragrance for such a beautiful girl." Vidal said. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. The soft waves of blonde hair about her face suited her so well. But it wasn't Brigitte that he thought of when he looked at her but of Coccinelle, the fabulous travesti from the old Carrousel.