A collective gasp was heard throughout the room, and Camille and her mother both narrowed their eyes in fury. "How DARE you say that about me?!" Camille growled, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you know who I am?!" Mattheau shrugged. "Yeah, and you're making me wish I hadn't." He looked to Fèlicie to see if it had lifted her spirits and didn't see her onstage next to him. Instead, he found her in the wings, just out of view, on the floor laughing.
Mattheau smiled to himself. "Good," he thought, "I'm just glad she's happy now." The loud clack of Camille stamping her foot snapped Mattheau's focus back to the problem at hand. "I demand that this insolent child be removed from the theater immediately!" Camille's mother ordered. Merante was about to respond, but Mattheau had already hopped off the stage and was walking up the aisle to the back. "Don't worry, I was just leaving anyways." He said as the theater doors closed behind him.
Later that night, Mattheau sat on the curb in front of his house and waited for his parents to get home. "Stupid Camille..." he muttered to himself. "Why'd she feel the need to pick on Fèlicie like that? She's the nicest girl I've ever met." Looking up, he could see a full moon over the nearby rooftops, and decided to climb up to get a better look at the city. He went around the corner to an alley and climbed over dumpsters and on window ledges to finally make it up onto his roof.
The view was truly breathtaking. Paris at night had to be one of the most beautiful places in the world, without question. He leaned back against a chimney and rested there. After a while, he could feel himself getting tired and struggled to keep his eyes open. He was just about to doze off when he heard a small voice from behind him. "Hi." He turned around and saw Fèlicie sitting there on the roof with him.
Fèlicie looked beautiful in the moonlight, and Mattheau felt his cheeks getting warm. "H-hi." He replied. "I heard what you said about me earlier when you were sitting on the curb," she said. "I thought it was really nice of you to say that." Mattheau felt himself blushing. "Oh, it was nothing, really..." he said shyly. "It's just not fair that Camille was being so mean to you." Fèlicie nodded and sat closer to Mattheau. "I know," she said quietly. "I'm sorry if what happened about my...m-my parents changes anything between us..." She looked down.
"Hey..." Mattheau gently tilted her chin up and looked her in the eyes. "It doesn't matter where you come from, or what your life is like. You're still an amazing person to me because you have more passion for what you do than Camille or anyone else." Fèlicie blushed and leaned closer to Mattheau. He smiled and stared up at the moon, grateful for everything given to him at the moment. Suddenly he heard a light, soft melody and saw Fèlicie was playing with a small music box.
"Where'd you get that?" Mattheau asked. "It's the only thing I took from the orphanage," Fèlicie replied. "It's all I have left to remember my mother by..." She shook it, and it made a clicking sound, which prompted a sad gasp from her. "Uh...it sounds broken," Mattheau said. "Here, let me take a look at it." He opened the music box and saw that a screw that held the gears down was out of place. "This shouldn't be a problem to fix..." he muttered. He pulled out his jackknife and used the screwdriver head to start twistig the gears back in place. "You know...seeing as this is your only possession from the orphanage, I'd like to think you'd take better care of..."
He looked down and saw Fèlicie had fallen asleep on his shoulder while he had been fixing her music box. Satisfied with his work, he closed the small device and set it down. Then he took off his jacket and covered Fèlicie with it. His parents and sister were probably already home and asleep by now and he had just missed them, that's all. Whatever the case, he didn't care. All that mattered to him at the moment was only Fèlicie. With those final thoughts, he closed his eyes and felt himself drifting off to sleep.