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Petite-Maison

It felt like I was walking into a haunted house. Creeping through the doorway of floor to ceiling, heavy black velvet curtains, without knowing when or if someone was going to pop out at me. A short woman dressed in boyfriend style suit, scurried out from behind the curtain, almost crashing into me. Despite my momentary fright from the hostess, she was in fact warm and carried a big smile.

Posted By Hailey Cohen