The duchess stared at her reflection with an expression that cycled through disbelief, wonder, and finally pure joy.
Her hair, which had been thin, gray, and lifeless when she'd sat down, now gleamed with the lustrous chestnut brown of her youth. Each strand caught the crystal light like spun silk, and the overall effect was nothing short of miraculous.
"I haven't looked like this since before my first child was born," the duchess said, her voice thick with emotion. "That was thirty-five years ago."
The silence that followed was profound. Then, like a dam breaking, questions exploded from every direction:
"How much?"
"Can it work on my hair?"
"I need twelve bottles immediately!"
"What about exclusivity contracts?"
Genevieve stepped forward with the smooth grace of someone who'd been expecting exactly this reaction. "Ladies and gentlemen, please. All questions will be answered in due course. Celeste, if you would inform Her Grace of the pricing?"
