"And I you," she says with a smile, a tear in the corner of her eye. It is
happiness that is making her cry, and not sorrow, there is nothing
sorrowful in her right now. "Should we have something to celebrate? There
is still a bottle of champagne I was holding, I had hidden it from Rene."
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"And I you," she says with a smile, a tear in the corner of her eye. It is happiness that is making her cry, and not sorrow, there is nothing sorrowful in her right now. "Should we have something to celebrate? There is still a bottle of champagne I was holding, I had hidden it from Rene."