"You're dying, Satine." Harry's words shocked the young dancer. "Another trick," she said. "No, Satine, not another trick." Satine looked to Marie for confirmation. The look on the older woman's face told her everything. "Then I shall die in my true love's arms. The show means nothing to me if I can't have Christian. Christian loves me!" Satine yelled, running out and over to Christian's room across the street.
Christian gathered Satine eagerly into his arms. "Are you ready?" he asked. Satine nodded. "Let's go. I don't ever want to come back," she said. Christian grinned and, yelling a goodbye to his fellow Bohemians through the hole in the ceiling of his room, he and Satine left, heading for the docks. Christian purchased their tickets for the first boat that was going west along the Seine, and they quickly boarded with only minutes to spare.
"So, where are we going?" Satine asked as she and Christian settled into their cabin. "To my family estate in Dover. I'm sure you'll love it, and I'm sure my father will love you," he said, kissing her. "I'll love it just because I'll be with you," she said, not knowing the truth about Christian's father and just how much money Christian really had. All she knew was that she loved him. It meant she'd have to tell him the truth about herself, though.
Satine sighed. Christian looked at her with concern. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" he asked. She shook her head. "No. It's just that, just before I ran out, Harry told me I'm dying...Marie confirmed it...Oh Christian, I don't want to die," she said, starting to cry. Christian held her. "Don't worry, Satine. I'm not going to let you die. When we get to Dover, I'll get you the best doctor I can afford. You're not going to die."
"Listen, Satine, my asking you to run away with me wasn't spur of the moment," Christian said, softly. He grinned at the somewhat confused look in her eyes. He then pulled out a small box. "If diamonds are a girl's best friend," he said, "then I hope this is your best best friend." He then opened the box, revealing a diamond ring. "I saved for weeks and sold my typewriter for this because I love you, Satine. Will you marry me?"
Satine was overjoyed. It didn't matter that it wasn't the biggest diamond in the world. What mattered was that it was from the man she loved. "It's absolutly beautiful, Christian," she said, kissing him. He returned the kiss as he slipped the ring onto her finger, and then their arms slid around eachother. "I promise I'll get you a better one when I-" he started, but she quickly interupted. "No, Christian. This is just perfect. I love you," she whispered.
Christian just grinned. Boy, did Satine have a surprise coming to her when they got to Dover.
