Title: They were in love once….
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the Moulin Rouge, they belong to Baz. I do own Isa, Giselle and Joshua.
Dedication: To my little brother, who while trying to convince my father to stop playing the 'Elephant Love Melody' in the car, gave me the inspiration for the story.
A/N: It does take sometime to get into and I'm not done yet, but it's good. When have I ever steered you wrong?
Isabelle leaned back in her plush velvet seat, taking in a view she had never seen before through the windows of the carriage.
She has been amazed when she opened her front door and saw two-snow white horse in her driveway with a cherry wood cab attached behind. As if her heart wasn't racing enough, Giselle, Isa's best friend got out of the coach. Her jaw dropped. Giselle saw it and blushed.
"Come, Papa's waiting." Giselle said, taking her arm and steering her up the stairs. Once Isa was comfortably in, Giselle climbed up. She felt a hand on her back, and looked to see Joshua supporting her. She smiled her thanks and he smiled back. Giselle settled in across from Isa, and Joshua put Isa's things at their feet.
"Wow," Isa said looking at her friend. "This is amazing." Giselle blushed again and looked out the window. She was gorgeous when she blushed.
Isa had decided when she first met Giselle that she was the prettiest girl on Earth. Giselle had perfect teeth with a perfect smile, dazzling baby blue eyes, a long slender body that was shown off by the glamorous dresses Giselle always wore, and stunning red hair that was a shade no one could match. But Giselle was shy and unsure of herself to people she didn't know that was her only fault.
"Papa insisted." She said with her light French accent. "He said that I'm royalty so I deserve the best, as you should too."
"He must love you very much, to do all this. I can't wait to meet him! And your mother . . ."
Giselle shook her head. "My parents won't be like you think. They both love me but they can't stand each other. They always tell they were in love once . . ." She drifted off, tears were shining in her eyes.
Isa leaned over and put her hand on her best friend's arm. "I'm sure I'll love them." Giselle wiped her tears away and nodded.
"Silly me, crying over nothing. Soon I'll be like Cry Baby Catherine." They giggled. Cry Baby Catherine, a classmate, was known for crying over the littlest things, like if she wasn't wearing the same color as the teacher Sister Margaret, who both Giselle and Isa believed was the meanest one alive.
Isa and Giselle both went to St. Joseph's Mission Academy, the best all- girls school in New York City. Tuition was costly, so only the best went to the Academy. They both hated their school.
"Here we are." Giselle said as they stopped moving. Joshua got off to open the gate. 'Smith' was engraved on it. Underneath it the words 'Moulin Rouge' were chiseled into the iron, metallic versions of roses surrounded the French words.
"When Papa and Mother were growing up, they met at the Moulin Rouge and fell in love. They were going to rename the house 'Giselle' after me but I begged them to keep it." She gazed at the words.
The carriage lurched forward, and started up the driveway. The trees opened up to reveal an enormous mansion. Isa gasped. It was the biggest house she had ever seen, and the most beautiful.
Giselle giggled. "Close your mouth, you're catching flies." She reached and tapped her mouth closed. "Come on." Giselle opened the door, and there was Joshua, smiling at her. Giselle flashed her dazzling smile and climbed out. Joshua helped her down and held his hand out for Giselle, he still wore a smile but it was smaller. Isa began to wonder about the connection between her best friend and Joshua, whatever it was, she was sure it was forbidden.
Giselle took her arm and steered her into the mansion. They came to a stop in the lobby. A man was sitting in the window seat that was overlooking the bay, with paper and pen in hand.
"Papa!" Giselle jumped onto her father and wrapped her arms around her neck. He kissed her on the forehead and set her down. Isa was surprised, at sixteen Giselle was still allowed to approach her father in such a carefree attitude.
Giselle's father was very handsome. His eyes were blue, like Giselle's but that was the only thing she had in common with him.
"Ah, you must be Isabelle." He outstretched his hand. "I'm Christian."
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the Moulin Rouge, they belong to Baz. I do own Isa, Giselle and Joshua.
Dedication: To my little brother, who while trying to convince my father to stop playing the 'Elephant Love Melody' in the car, gave me the inspiration for the story.
A/N: It does take sometime to get into and I'm not done yet, but it's good. When have I ever steered you wrong?
Isabelle leaned back in her plush velvet seat, taking in a view she had never seen before through the windows of the carriage.
She has been amazed when she opened her front door and saw two-snow white horse in her driveway with a cherry wood cab attached behind. As if her heart wasn't racing enough, Giselle, Isa's best friend got out of the coach. Her jaw dropped. Giselle saw it and blushed.
"Come, Papa's waiting." Giselle said, taking her arm and steering her up the stairs. Once Isa was comfortably in, Giselle climbed up. She felt a hand on her back, and looked to see Joshua supporting her. She smiled her thanks and he smiled back. Giselle settled in across from Isa, and Joshua put Isa's things at their feet.
"Wow," Isa said looking at her friend. "This is amazing." Giselle blushed again and looked out the window. She was gorgeous when she blushed.
Isa had decided when she first met Giselle that she was the prettiest girl on Earth. Giselle had perfect teeth with a perfect smile, dazzling baby blue eyes, a long slender body that was shown off by the glamorous dresses Giselle always wore, and stunning red hair that was a shade no one could match. But Giselle was shy and unsure of herself to people she didn't know that was her only fault.
"Papa insisted." She said with her light French accent. "He said that I'm royalty so I deserve the best, as you should too."
"He must love you very much, to do all this. I can't wait to meet him! And your mother . . ."
Giselle shook her head. "My parents won't be like you think. They both love me but they can't stand each other. They always tell they were in love once . . ." She drifted off, tears were shining in her eyes.
Isa leaned over and put her hand on her best friend's arm. "I'm sure I'll love them." Giselle wiped her tears away and nodded.
"Silly me, crying over nothing. Soon I'll be like Cry Baby Catherine." They giggled. Cry Baby Catherine, a classmate, was known for crying over the littlest things, like if she wasn't wearing the same color as the teacher Sister Margaret, who both Giselle and Isa believed was the meanest one alive.
Isa and Giselle both went to St. Joseph's Mission Academy, the best all- girls school in New York City. Tuition was costly, so only the best went to the Academy. They both hated their school.
"Here we are." Giselle said as they stopped moving. Joshua got off to open the gate. 'Smith' was engraved on it. Underneath it the words 'Moulin Rouge' were chiseled into the iron, metallic versions of roses surrounded the French words.
"When Papa and Mother were growing up, they met at the Moulin Rouge and fell in love. They were going to rename the house 'Giselle' after me but I begged them to keep it." She gazed at the words.
The carriage lurched forward, and started up the driveway. The trees opened up to reveal an enormous mansion. Isa gasped. It was the biggest house she had ever seen, and the most beautiful.
Giselle giggled. "Close your mouth, you're catching flies." She reached and tapped her mouth closed. "Come on." Giselle opened the door, and there was Joshua, smiling at her. Giselle flashed her dazzling smile and climbed out. Joshua helped her down and held his hand out for Giselle, he still wore a smile but it was smaller. Isa began to wonder about the connection between her best friend and Joshua, whatever it was, she was sure it was forbidden.
Giselle took her arm and steered her into the mansion. They came to a stop in the lobby. A man was sitting in the window seat that was overlooking the bay, with paper and pen in hand.
"Papa!" Giselle jumped onto her father and wrapped her arms around her neck. He kissed her on the forehead and set her down. Isa was surprised, at sixteen Giselle was still allowed to approach her father in such a carefree attitude.
Giselle's father was very handsome. His eyes were blue, like Giselle's but that was the only thing she had in common with him.
"Ah, you must be Isabelle." He outstretched his hand. "I'm Christian."