Ah, finally, completing a chapter when I planned too; I feel so accomplished. Thank you again for the reviews and you'll know if your character made it in or not because they will all be introduced after this chapter, thanks.

Judge's POV:

The party was a complete success; royalty from all over this fine country were attending. Many of my college's were a tad jealous as well.

The coach was a little less than quiet; I had two sexy women sitting next to me, both completely drunk. I was a well satisfied man.

The night was great.

My head was pounding; or was that the door? All of my hired servants haven't arrived yet; it was way too early. I trudged down the stairs with a hangover from hell; the doorbell still ringing every once in a while.

"What hour this is for you to be pounding on my door."

"Its midday sir. I'm sorry for waking you your honor but I have come with an important message."

"Come in." He followed behind me as I led him to the living room. "Well, out with it."

"I have some valuable information on Pirelli, and with your permission my lord, wish to further investigate on this unholy crime."

"And what crime is that?" Nothing about the barber's move was unholy or a crime; this man must be a nutcase.

"Pirelli was murdered."

"You know this how?" That made absolutely no sense.

"I have my sources; I will hunt down his murderer for a small fee."

"If you find the perpetrator I will pay you." He was never going to find anything; his accusations were false. I watched his boy clean the place up right before they drove off. "What is your name?" I would need this to arrest the man if he was to be wrong.

"Emille, sir." And with that he left.

Emille's POV:

Sweeney Todd killed my best friend and now he will pay.

Mr. T's POV (before the party):

Why the fuck!

I screamed in my head once again. "I had him!" He was sitting in my chair! I so easily could have killed him; why didn't I?

Ms. Lovett came running up the stairs to see what was going on. I softened a bit; she had a peculiar effect on me today. Maximillion followed close behind, making my mood sour instantly.

"Mr. T, is everything all right?"

I wanted to tell her what was wrong; I wanted to tell her that I was too lost in my own damn thoughts, that I let the filthy man go away. But I couldn't, not with Maximillion around. "Nothing, I'll be quiet now."

Ms. Lovett's POV:

I could tell he wanted to say something important, but it wouldn't be good for Max to hear. So we both left without another word.

"Yes, I'm quite sure there is nothing wrong." Max said sarcastically.

He did seem to be acting strangely ever since he walked in on us.

Max pulled me into a big kiss, instantly taking my breath away. I couldn't help but smile; all my worries were now gone. But as soon as the kiss was over, my worries ignited again. Max noticed this and frowned a little.

"Why don't we go out on the town today; my treat."

"Alright." I couldn't help but smile.

Once the coach arrived we climbed into its luxurious seats. I was in awe the entire time. Each shop had items that I could never imagine owning. And, each time we went into a shop I had to decline gifts of every sort.

It was getting dark rather quickly now, but there was one place max still wanted to go to. "It's only the finest party in the entire town! I was given an invitation and was encouraged to bring a date." I smiled at the idea of being his date.

"Alright, I'll go."

He directed the driver to take us to the town's best hall. I, being a lowly worker, had never been inside the hall before. I was amazed at its grandeur. The size was incomprehensible to me.

"Shall we?" he asked extending his arm.

"We shall." I smiled, gently grabbing his arm.

The night was unimaginable; the food was amazing. The music and the people were great; the drinks, addicting. I chatted with more royalty than I thought even existed. By the end of the night I felt a bit tipsy, like most of the people here. But Max, being a gentleman, brought me home.

"Thank you for tonight." I said giggling slightly. The giggling increased when he kidded me goodnight.

Maximillion's POV:

"Did you get any information?" the driver asked as we pulled away.

"Nope, she's a smart drunk."

"Damn." He spat.

"Calm down Emille, I'm doing the best I can; after all, you're paying me good cash."

"I know, I'll talk to Judge Turpin tomorrow, he looked drunk, and baked if you ask me." Emille had a point there.

Mr. T's POV:

Why are you pacing? Ben asked appearing next to me. I felt even more insane.

It's how I think. He nodded and disappeared.

I heard a noise coming from downstairs that broke me of my concentration. The stairs creaked at my steps; it was the only noise now. I opened the door with my friends behind my back, only to find Ms. Lovett leaning over her counter giggling madly.

"Oh Mr. T, how was your evening?" She asked slurring her words heavily.

"Fine." I eyed her carefully. When she started to lose her balance I rushed to catch her. I had my arms wrapped around her so I couldn't see if she was still awake, but she surprised me by turning around and giving me a hug.

It was the first time I felt right all day.

Sorry that this chapter was shorter than the others (I usually write over a thousand words and this time it's 950ish). Thanks for reading (I know I thank you all the time, but I'm very appreciative of all your support). Chapter twelve is going to be dedicated to the Fourth of July (I know it's American, so you'll just have to read to find out how it fits in the story properly). It may not come out on the fourth (it might be before or after) so please note that. Thanks one last time (on this chapter anyways)!