Carlotta's Sister
Summary: Everyone hates Carlotta. It's a well-known fact. What happens when her little sister, Sienna, comes to the Opera Populaire? Is she a yucky mini Carlotta? Or the person Erik has been searching for all along? Erik/OC
Name: Sienna Giudicelli (played by Monica Bellucci)
Age: 25 years old
Hair: long straight black
Eyes: grey
I rolled my eyes in annoyance as Carlotta went on complaining about how incompetent the maid is. The maid cowered as my big sister continued to relentlessly scream at her and threw a vase at her.
"Cretino incompetente! Can you do nothing right?" she screamed. You incompetent fool!
"I-I'm sorry," the maid whimpered as she picked up the shattered tea cup and started cleaning up the now broken vase that shattered at the impact of hitting the wall.
"No! Leave me!" she huffed angrily. The maid happily ran from the room as soon as the words were uttered from her mouth.
"Signore aiutami," I muttered. Lord help me. I raised an eyebrow questioningly at Carlotta once the maid had escaped the room, "Was that really necessary?"
"Do not question me, Sienna," she snapped. Suddenly, fake tears gathered in her eyes. "I never got my afternoon tea! How I'm supposed to look bello without my beauty tea?" beautiful
"You'll survive," I huffed and rolled my eyes. I looked out the window of the hotel I had stayed in last night to see the carriage I had called for waiting. I got up and smoothed my purple dress down that was much smaller compared to the giant blue dress Carlotta is currently wearing. My long black hair is pulled back in a simple bun with my short bangs hanging right above my right eye, my grey eyes popping against my midnight hair. I picked up my violin case and my umbrella to cover me from the rain that was pouring outside. "Our carriage is here."
"Infine! I thought it would never get here!" Carlotta said forgetting all about her stupid tea as she picked up her fan and left to go outside. Finally!
I sighed and shook my head but followed after her. I found her frowning at the doorway to outside, not moving. She gave me a long look. I frowned as I realized she was looking between me and the umbrella I'm holding.
"No! Alcun modo! No!" I said firmly as I opened my umbrella and left her to fend for herself. No way!
I walked outside, the rain pouring down around me. The driver saw me coming and opened the door for me. I smiled thankfully at him and gracefully got inside of the carriage. I closed my umbrella so that it wouldn't take up room and placed my violin case on the seat next to me. Once I was comfortable, I looked out to see Carlotta throwing a fit and sweet talking Piangi, who had showed up out of nowhere creepy, into escorting her beneath his umbrella to our carriage while he got soaked form the rain. I smiled amused as the driver didn't get up from his driver's seat to help her in. I took some pity on my big sister and opened the door for her. She huffed as she got in cursing in Italian. Piangi got in after her sitting with her on one side while I sat across from them with my violin case sitting next to me.
"Stupida piccola peste! Non aiutare tua sorella bellissima grande," Carlotta muttered annoyed at me. Stupid little brat! Not helping your wonderful big sister.
I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. I know my big sister too well to fall for any of her acts and she knows it. While we were both very spoiled growing up, she's always been the one who strains for every bit of spotlight possible while I'm content with being the one who gives others attention rather than wanting it for myself. Her talent is in singing in operas. At least, that's where she thinks her talent is. My talent is more in instruments. I love playing the violin and have been in the past hired to play and weddings and such countless times before. Everyone is always surprised to find out Carlotta and I are related since not only are we polar opposites in personality, but while she is very… curvy and tall, I am shorter and my curves are smoother. Rather than Carlotta's… chunky.
"Ah, ah! Don't blame me! I'm not the one who forgot my umbrella," I said as she huffed indignantly.
"Driver! Move it!" she snapped, annoyed that I was right as usual.
"Where to?" the driver asked. Carlotta opened her mouth, probably about to go on another rant, before I cut her off.
"To the Opera Populaire, per favore," I told him. Please.
For a minute, the carriage was bumpy as it jerked to a start before it became smooth as the horses went into a nice trot. I could hear the rain delicately pattering on the roof of the carriage and hitting gently along the street. I took in a breath and sighed at the wonderful smell of fresh rain.
"May I just say you are looking incantevole," Piangi complimented Carlotta as she greedily sucked up the compliments he was giving her. Ravishing.
"Grazie," she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Thank you.
Gag. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, who would ever be interested in this man? I barely held back a laugh as Piangi suddenly looked over at me in distaste. "Why is Sienna here?"
"Because you would never last her tempers without me," I said with a smirk.
A tiny frown crossed his face but he didn't say anything since he knew it was true. I'm surprised he's been fine without me this far while Carlotta has been starting as the prima donna at the Opera Populaire. I'm the only one who can stand her tempers without giving into her demands, giving in only makes her tempers worse if she knows that she can get what she wants through them.
"Now, now, Ubaldo," Carlotta said as she looked at me lovingly, "I would have never come this far if it weren't for my sorellina!" Little sister.
"Sì, sì," he said waving away Carlotta's compliments about me. He looked at me for an answer, "but why are you coming now? Carlotta has already been singing for a season at the Opera Populaire. She has been doing perfectly fine with me at her side."
"Why, Piangi! You make it seem as if I'm indesiderati!" I said pretending to be shocked but knowing that he was upset for me stealing Carlotta's attention from him. I smoothed my skirt out a little as I batted my eyelashes innocently. "What makes you think I don't simply miss my grande sorella?" Unwanted. Big sister.
"Yes, Ubaldo," Carlotta huffed slightly glaring at him. "Why is it hard to believe Sienna would miss me?"
I barely held back my laughter as Piangi gulped as he shifted uncomfortably underneath her harsh beady eyed glare. I was unable to repress the smile that came to my lips. Her sharp harsh looks came in handy when she was intimidating people, which was quite often to be honest.
"I-I umm, no, it's not that-" he stuttered and struggled as her glare became harsher. As much as I enjoyed watching the fat man start to sweat beneath pressure, I decided to have mercy on him. I'm such a nice person.
"If you must know," I sighed like it was a great task. You can't grow up with Carlotta and not learn how to be dramatically and, obviously, fake when you want to be. "Carlotta mentioned my instrumental abilities to Monsieur Lefevre and Monsieur Reyer since the new season is starting and they are in need of a new first violinist."
"They were estatico when I mentioned my talented sorellina," Carlotta said proudly, obviously pleased with me having talent in the arts. Ecstatic. Little sister.
Piangi was considering all of this new information and didn't look pleased with the prospect of me staying. He was a strange man. While most people can't stand Carlotta and flee to my presence to get away from my big sister, he has always preferred to be with her and is usually uncomfortable around me. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that Carlotta practically completely ignores him whenever I'm around. Nope, that can't be it.
"We are here!" Carlotta suddenly exclaimed delighted.
I could see the gleam of excitement in her eyes. This was her kingdom afterall. I felt awed as I stared out the window of the carriage at the beautiful building coming into view in front of me. It was giant and elegant. Gargoyles were placed like glorious statues of the top of the building.
Before I could study the rest of the outside building, I felt Carlotta pulling on my arm to indicate to follow her out of the carriage. Piangi was standing miserably outside the carriage holding up his umbrella for Carlotta to walk under. She climbed out and started strutting towards the building with her head held arrogantly high as if everyone bowed to her every whim. I opened my umbrella and followed after them at a slower pace, enjoying the smell that fresh rain always brought and the feeling of the cool, slight mist against my skin.
I climbed up the steps behind Carlotta and Piangi. I followed after them into the magnificent building. I felt delight and surprise well up in me as I walked inside the warm building and closed the doors behind me. I set my violin case down so that I could close my umbrella as I examined the gorgeous room we were in. Elegant stairs broke off two ways leading to the upper levels. Along the stairs, were classic golden sculptures that were only half clothed like usual. The ceiling was a giant dome that had various painting all along it.
A smile spread across my face as a middle aged women with gray hair walked up to us. She seemed very stern and I felt amusement spread through me at the distaste in her eyes when she looked at Carlotta and Piangi.
"Oh, back so soon?" she asked showing the tiniest bit of disappointment in her voice while her face did not show any telltale signs. Carlotta looked indignant while Piangi tried to keep her calm before her temper could blow.
Good luck with that.
"Are you trying to say something, Madame Giry?" my sister demanded angrily. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I love my sister but the only reason I can stand her is from growing up with her. I don't know how other people can bare it.
Madame Giry ignored her as her eyes suddenly closed in on me standing behind Carlotta and Piangi. Easy to miss being behind Piangi's giant stomach and Carlotta's giant hair and dress and all. Her eyes lit up with curiosity and wariness as I could tell she wasn't quite sure what to make of me.
I gave her a friendly smile to put her nerves at ease, "Good afternoon, Madame Giry. I am Sienna Giudicelli, Carlotta's little sister. I am trying out for the position of first violinist since the last one has seemed to retire from what I hear."
Her eyes scrutinized me for a minute but whatever she saw she must have liked since she relaxed and gave me a warm smile.
"Yes, Monsieur Reyer is looking for a new violinist. Come, Sienna, have some tea and then I will bring you to him for your tryouts," Madame Giry told me before turning around and walking briskly away, expecting me to follow her. Carlotta was gaping at me while Piangi looked a little dumbfounded.
"Che cosa posso dire?" I shrugged with a smile and gave Carlotta a teasing wink before following Madame Giry, "La gente mi ama." What can I say? People love me.
AN: Alright since I've been obsessed with POTO lately, I've noticed there are no Carlotta stories (totally understandable), so my guess is no one is going to read this. Oh well! I've been wanting to try a Erik story. Gerard Butler is just too amazing! :D This obviously isn't directly a Carlotta story cause that would just be gross and evil to make Erik go anywhere near Carlotta. Read and review!