The next two weeks were the happiest for Christian and Satine. When they
weren't making love or talking about their lives, they were spending time
with Toulouse, Satie, and the rest of the gang. Satine's red hair was
beginning to grow back, and one day she decided to go to the salon.
Meanwhile, Christian and Toulouse took some time to talk.
"Well, so much for our 'Bohemian Revowution', Christian. It seems as though aww we've done is grind ourselves into the dirt." Toulouse said, pouring some absinthe into a glass. "The world just doesn't want to trust us, Toulouse. They're not ready to hear about freedom, beauty, truth, and love." Christian explained. "So how are things between you and Mademoiselle Satine?" "I love her now more than ever. It's as if nothing ever kept us apart, and we've been lovers forever. I want to marry her, Toulouse."
Toulouse set down his glass abruptly and stared at Christian. Then, he smiled. "Wonderfuw! She will say yes! I knew you two would be happy!" He exclaimed as he shook hands with Christian.
Christian beamed from ear to ear, "I'm going to ask her when she returns from the salon."
An hour later, as Christian finished writing a letter to his father, Satine returned. She looked as beautiful as the day she and Christian met. Her spectacular auburn locks were elegantly curled, her makeup was flawless, and her smile was bright.
"Well," she said as she spun around, "What do you think?" Christian smiled, "You're even more beautiful now, my love. We must go celebrate." "Where? We don't have any money! I was lucky enough that Marie still lived nearby so she could dye my hair." Satine exclaimed.
Without saying a word, Christian grabbed Satine's hand and led her upstairs, where Toulouse was throwing a party. Satine smiled and laughed as she and Christian danced together. It was the time of her life. She was beginning to forget about her dreadful past, and she was in love with the handsome, talented Christian.
Before long, she and Christian grew tired of dancing, and they sat down at a table to catch their breath. Christian kissed Satine's hand and looked into her eyes as she smiled.
"There's something I want to ask you." "What is it?" "The only times that I've been happy in my entire life were the times that you and I were together. I know that we can continue to have happy times in the future if you will marry me, Satine."
Satine blinked, and sat back in her seat, surprised. "Will you marry me, Satine?" Christian whispered, getting down on one knee.
Satine looked deep into Christian's eyes, the answer coming to her lips...
TBC
"Well, so much for our 'Bohemian Revowution', Christian. It seems as though aww we've done is grind ourselves into the dirt." Toulouse said, pouring some absinthe into a glass. "The world just doesn't want to trust us, Toulouse. They're not ready to hear about freedom, beauty, truth, and love." Christian explained. "So how are things between you and Mademoiselle Satine?" "I love her now more than ever. It's as if nothing ever kept us apart, and we've been lovers forever. I want to marry her, Toulouse."
Toulouse set down his glass abruptly and stared at Christian. Then, he smiled. "Wonderfuw! She will say yes! I knew you two would be happy!" He exclaimed as he shook hands with Christian.
Christian beamed from ear to ear, "I'm going to ask her when she returns from the salon."
An hour later, as Christian finished writing a letter to his father, Satine returned. She looked as beautiful as the day she and Christian met. Her spectacular auburn locks were elegantly curled, her makeup was flawless, and her smile was bright.
"Well," she said as she spun around, "What do you think?" Christian smiled, "You're even more beautiful now, my love. We must go celebrate." "Where? We don't have any money! I was lucky enough that Marie still lived nearby so she could dye my hair." Satine exclaimed.
Without saying a word, Christian grabbed Satine's hand and led her upstairs, where Toulouse was throwing a party. Satine smiled and laughed as she and Christian danced together. It was the time of her life. She was beginning to forget about her dreadful past, and she was in love with the handsome, talented Christian.
Before long, she and Christian grew tired of dancing, and they sat down at a table to catch their breath. Christian kissed Satine's hand and looked into her eyes as she smiled.
"There's something I want to ask you." "What is it?" "The only times that I've been happy in my entire life were the times that you and I were together. I know that we can continue to have happy times in the future if you will marry me, Satine."
Satine blinked, and sat back in her seat, surprised. "Will you marry me, Satine?" Christian whispered, getting down on one knee.
Satine looked deep into Christian's eyes, the answer coming to her lips...
TBC