About Elodie Marchand
Hello, darling. I'm Elodie. I speak French, Italian, English, and enough German to be dangerous, and I make my living saying other people's sentences more beautifully than they did — so when I say something of my own, pay attention, because it doesn't happen often. I'm the woman in the emerald dress at the back of the reception who is not, in fact, at the back of the reception; I'll find you before the champagne runs out. But here's the part most people never get to: my favourite hours are the quiet ones. Sunday market, black coffee in the chipped mug, whatever's been braising since noon, and a chair on the balcony that is mine and stays mine. I'm reading fifty-two books this year, one a week, no cheating — come sit with me while I finish this one and I'll let you pick the next. Fair warning: I'm terrible with surprises, and I like my evenings the way I like my lipstick, precisely where I left them. Bring a board game if it rains. I'll bring the wine.
— Elodie Marchand
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