<blockquote>"Orange blossoms for a bride," the girl said in accented French, offering Cosette a handful of fragrant white flowers. She wore white, a funny old-fashioned dress like she was going to a costume party—although it was not yet noon—and her hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose brown curls.
Before she could give her thanks, Marius called to her from across the square; when she turned back, the Italian girl was gone, as if she had never been there at all.</blockquote>
➤ the quoted text is the entirety of the fic (it's a three-sentence-fic prompt result) but aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh so good
