Satine's story.
Inside Harold's office, the girl began to warm up. She was sitting in a chair by the fire and, for the first time, spoke to Harold.
"Could I have a glass of water, monsieur?"
Harold poured a glass of warm water from the old kettle over the fire and handed it to the girl. She smiled up at him before sipping gingerly at the water.
"Would you like to tell me your name?" Harold asked, leaning over the girl.
"Satine." She replied. Harold smiled at this, as if remembering an old joke.
"Why aren't you at home with your parents?" He asked, sitting opposite her in aan over-stuffed armchair. The little girl bowed her head.
"My parents are dead. I ran away from the orphanage. The woman who ran it used to beat me." She stood up and walked over to Harold.
"Can I stay here with you? Please monsieur? I won't be any trouble."
Harold smiled at the girl. "Of course. I'll adopt you."
Four Years later.
The moulin was filled with the sounds of happy people. The Can-Can played brightly as the girls danced with their customers. Harold, Charles and Satine sat in their booth, watching the festivities. It was christmas eve. Satine was always surprised at how many men came on Christmas day, rather than spending it with their families, but never before had she seen a crowd like this in christmas eve!
"Why are there so many here?" She asked, leaning her head against Harold's shoulder.
"They're here to se you, dumpling!" He said. Suddenly, Satine sprang out of her seat and ran across the room.
"Is there something wrong?" Asked Charles.
"Oh no," replied harold. "she just needs to change for her number!"