The Little Princess. That's my stage name. But there was only one princess at the Moulin Rouge, and that was Satine.

To me, she was almost a goddess. Everything I wanted to be: tall, beautiful and talented.

I told her this one day and she looked at me. I thought I had offended her, but she told me that I was beautiful too.

"How can I be beautiful when I'm like this?" I asked her.

"Princess, you are beautiful. Your height does not change that." She said.

From that day on, I was her companion, her friend, her confidante.

Then it all turned sour.

I remember watching Satine fall, it was like a nightmare. I followed Chocolat backstage, and sighed with relief when she opened her eyes.

But then I saw the cloth Marie was holding, and I was filled with dread.

Consumption. The evil monster that tore Christian's and Satine's love apart.

Looking back, I can see now why Nini was jealous. Why she told the Duke.

Their love was whole and pure, a bitter irony in the place where men pay for love.

Don't get me wrong, I was happy for Satine. But deep in my heart I knew that their love would burn to ashes like a flower tossed upon a grate.

When the Duke changed the ending of Spectacular, I knew there would be no happy ending.

Then watching Nini and the Argentinean dance, I feared for Satine. Could Christian or the Duke be driven to murder? I asked myself.

The one place where I believed everything would be fine, was when Christian and Satine were reunited. I thought this was it, this is the happy ending.

But no. Satine is dead. Christian is beside himself with grief. And the Moulin Rogue has lost its princess.