Sarah's eyes began to flutter open. She groaned softly. "What…"
The doctor stood over her. "Oh, you've awakened. You had quite an accident there… do you feel well enough for visitors?"
Sarah nodded slightly, actually quite unsure.
The doctor exited, and Carlotta entered, flouncing in, tears wallowing on her fat cheeks. "La mia piccola sarta, Suzanne-"
"Sarah."
"Si, Sarah, I was so worried when you dropped that vase…"
"What?"
Carlotta got very close to Sarah, her face inches from her unblocked eye. "Si, I did not throw a vase. You dropped it."
Sarah could only nod.
A few hours later Sarah was returned to the Opera house, where she returned to the small room she had, which was once a dressing room. Monsieur Andre and Monsieur Firmin came to speak with her.
"Miss Eklund, you are aware the Opera is being sold…" Firmin began.
"…and I have to stay here, don't I?" Sarah concluded.
"I'm afraid so." Andre finished.
Sarah nodded slowly. "Not much use any more though, am I?"
Andre placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now, I'm sure whoever buys the Opera next will be very lucky to have you working for them."
But two months later, here Sarah was, still alone.
Author's Note
Alright guys, here's chapter two...
Eklund is Sarah's last name. It has Danish origins, and it means Elk Forest. Nice, huh?
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