Chapter Nine
Marguerite's Point Of View
I walked down the steps of my house to where my mother and Erik were waiting. As soon as my mother saw me, she gasped.
"Y-you look so beautiful."
"Thank you, mother." She looked beautiful too. The dress Erik picked out accented her in all of the right places and seemed to return the glow of happiness that she had lost when my father died. Her hair was down and flowing, with a few decorative flowers embedded in it. She hadn't worn her hair down in years. Her hands were covered in white evening gloves identical to mine.
"Now then, are you lovely ladies ready?" "Yes, Erik." "Let's not keep waiting, then."
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As soon as I saw the Paris Opera, I understood why my mother was so desperate for me to come. Everything was decorated with gorgeous glowing lights, and painted with a beautiful golden finish. It looked like something out of a dream to me. I hadn't been to a party like this since my father died. But I knew I couldn't let Erik see how happy I was. "Mother? May I go walk around the party?"
My mother kissed my forehead. "Of course, my dear." I hugged her around the waist. "Thank you Mother."
Continuing to wander through the halls, I wondered if my mother was developing feelings for Erik. "No." I told myself. "S-she could not be. N-no, no she couldn't.... But what if she is?" I decided to take a peek at what they were doing.
From the top of the Paris Opera's grand staircase, I looked for where my mother could be. Eventually I saw what appeared to be her dress. I gasped. She was dancing with Erik!
I felt a tear roll down my cheek. She had nestled her head into Erik's chest. I noticed a smile on her face which, as much I knew, she hadn't shown to a man since my father's death. My eyes couldn't stop staring at them, and suddenly, I am unsure why, but tears began to spill out of my eyes, with me powerless to stop them. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms throw themselves around me. "Marguerite!"
I looked to see who it was and gasped before returning their hug. "Christian Giry!" "Marguerite I haven't seen you in so long! I've missed you."
I pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek. "I've missed you too, Christian." "You look so beautiful. Like a doll in a toy shop." I could feel my cheeks turning red. "Why, thank you Christian."
Christian's facial expression turned from smiling to perturbed as he noticed the water droplets on my face. "Why are you upset?"
I quickly snatched his wrist and tugged him over with me to a small closet at the end of the hallway. "Christian, listen very closely. You need to help me. I think someone wants to hurt me!"
(A/N: The boy at the top is Christian. I know it's a picture of Gustave, but I like to imagine that this book takes place in an AU in which beneath a moonless sky didn't happen, and in this version of the world Gustave isn't Gustave, he is Christian Giry. I hope that that makes sense. Also, the day has come. I'm sorry everyone, but it was inevitable.
I've been tagged.
Yup. And since I don't want to be that person who's all "I've been tagged! Cue the fireworks!" Or the chicken who doesn't answer the questions, I'm just gonna put the answers to the questions here. Ya don't wanna read them, ya just skip to the end.
1. Do you have a crush?
Answer: Maybe. Kinda.
2. What is your middle name?
Answer: I'd rather not say if that's ok
3: How tall are you?
Answer: I'm 5: 8, pretty tall for my age
4: what is your shoe size?
Answer: about an 8
5: when was the last time you cried?
Answer: I'm not sure, I'm good at repressing sadness
6. What is your greatest fear?
Answer: spiders. And death
7. Who was the last person you texted?
Answer: my mom
8: what was the last song you listened to?
Answer: In a Gadda da vida
9: what is your favorite app?
Answer: Paint by number
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