Inside Christian's apartment, Satine was carefully taking off her hat and
gloves as Christian retrieved the hatbox from his bed. He set it on a
nearby table as Satin's dark waves of hair cascaded down her back and she
walked to the table to sit down.
"I can't believe that you still have this old thing! I thought for certain it would be sold!" Satine exclaimed as she and Christian sat down. "Chocolat delivered it to me just yesterday, and the letter was inside." Christian explained, pushing the box towards Satine.
She carefully opened the box and removed the articles, taking time to look at each one.
"These things were what I wanted to come back to, if I ever came back. Each of the items represent something." Satine said, sighing. "Like what darling?" Christian asked quietly.
Satine picked up the perfume, taking a small sniff of it before speaking, "This was given to me by Harold, when I first got started as a dancer. It was a birthday gift, my eighteenth to be exact. This is the original bottle, but I had many more to wear all the time. I kept this to remember my youth." She set the perfume down and eyed the feather. "I guess you know what this came from," she said with a laugh, "This was the nicest costume that Marie ever made for me. I knew it would be one of the first things sold when I went, so I kept the feather to remember it."
Christian picked up the rings, "I remember these. You always wore them." "Yes, they were my mother's rings. She died when I was twelve, and these were the only things that I have of her's. One is from her confirmation, one she got on her sixteenth birthday, and the other was her wedding ring." Satine said wistfully, closing her eyes and sighing.
She dabbed her eyes with a hankie and continued to tell the story about the items... "I was raised in a well-to-do family, and I lived very comfortably until my mother's death. She and my father were married against her parent's wishes. You see, my father was the son of a journalist and his mother was a seamstress. When my mother died of consumption, my father and I lived off the inheritance for the next four years. On my sixteenth birthday, I received this diamond necklace from my father. He had spent the very last of our money on a gala in honor of my birthday, but he didn't want me to know. I found out two years later, but before I could talk to my father about it, he died in a carriage accident."
"After his death, I was poor and abandoned. I couldn't live alone, for it was frowned upon, and even if it wasn't, I couldn't afford to do so. I packed up everything that could fetch a price and sold it for only 50 Francs. That was just enough to buy a train ticket to go to Monmartre from Nice. When I got there, Harold and Marie welcomed me and I had a place to live and a job. The rest of the items in there are just stuff from when I was at the Moulin Rouge."
Tears streamed down Satine's face, her mascara running down her cheeks and her makeup flaking, and Christian helped her out of her seat.
"I did so many stupid things when I was young, and now look where I am! I'm hiding from the world so that I can be happy, but I'm not!" she cried as Christian embraced her.
"If none of those things had happened, our love would have never been real. I would be a miserable bachelor, dealing with my father's temper, and you would still be in Nice, living on the streets." Christian said reassuringly.
Satine looked up at Christian with a smile, "I'm ready to go back, Christian. I'm ready to be myself now."
"I can't believe that you still have this old thing! I thought for certain it would be sold!" Satine exclaimed as she and Christian sat down. "Chocolat delivered it to me just yesterday, and the letter was inside." Christian explained, pushing the box towards Satine.
She carefully opened the box and removed the articles, taking time to look at each one.
"These things were what I wanted to come back to, if I ever came back. Each of the items represent something." Satine said, sighing. "Like what darling?" Christian asked quietly.
Satine picked up the perfume, taking a small sniff of it before speaking, "This was given to me by Harold, when I first got started as a dancer. It was a birthday gift, my eighteenth to be exact. This is the original bottle, but I had many more to wear all the time. I kept this to remember my youth." She set the perfume down and eyed the feather. "I guess you know what this came from," she said with a laugh, "This was the nicest costume that Marie ever made for me. I knew it would be one of the first things sold when I went, so I kept the feather to remember it."
Christian picked up the rings, "I remember these. You always wore them." "Yes, they were my mother's rings. She died when I was twelve, and these were the only things that I have of her's. One is from her confirmation, one she got on her sixteenth birthday, and the other was her wedding ring." Satine said wistfully, closing her eyes and sighing.
She dabbed her eyes with a hankie and continued to tell the story about the items... "I was raised in a well-to-do family, and I lived very comfortably until my mother's death. She and my father were married against her parent's wishes. You see, my father was the son of a journalist and his mother was a seamstress. When my mother died of consumption, my father and I lived off the inheritance for the next four years. On my sixteenth birthday, I received this diamond necklace from my father. He had spent the very last of our money on a gala in honor of my birthday, but he didn't want me to know. I found out two years later, but before I could talk to my father about it, he died in a carriage accident."
"After his death, I was poor and abandoned. I couldn't live alone, for it was frowned upon, and even if it wasn't, I couldn't afford to do so. I packed up everything that could fetch a price and sold it for only 50 Francs. That was just enough to buy a train ticket to go to Monmartre from Nice. When I got there, Harold and Marie welcomed me and I had a place to live and a job. The rest of the items in there are just stuff from when I was at the Moulin Rouge."
Tears streamed down Satine's face, her mascara running down her cheeks and her makeup flaking, and Christian helped her out of her seat.
"I did so many stupid things when I was young, and now look where I am! I'm hiding from the world so that I can be happy, but I'm not!" she cried as Christian embraced her.
"If none of those things had happened, our love would have never been real. I would be a miserable bachelor, dealing with my father's temper, and you would still be in Nice, living on the streets." Christian said reassuringly.
Satine looked up at Christian with a smile, "I'm ready to go back, Christian. I'm ready to be myself now."