Remy awoke, away from the dreams that haunted his soul. Between the pillars of shadows and dreams she called out of him. She beckoned him to return to her, those piercing blue orbs pulling him. The dream was always the same, SHE was always the same. When the dream ended, he always awoke, wet with perspiration; Goosebumps along his arms.

A pink pillow hit his head," Wake up Cajun! Mornin' meal is about to be served," Rogue said. She was dressed in a flounced lilac frock, with a swooping neckline. A tight bodice squeezed her tummy in, and her freshly curled tresses bounced off her shoulders. Her make-up was light and soft, rouge giving her a touch of natural color.

" Mornin' ma petite," he said groggily," Ya lookin' nice dis mornin',"

Rogue hopped on one foot as she tried to get on a white stiletto," Well," she snorted," It isn't as bad as ah thought, ah must admit,"

Remy lifted off the white covers, wearing his blue boxers," K, well den I guess it be my turn to clean up huh?"

Rogue smiled in triumph as she wobbled slightly to her room," See ah knew ah could-" Thud. Rogue fell flat on her face, groaning she got up, pure frustration in her eyes," Damn these things! How can anyone wear these?"

Remy laughed as he went to get ready.

Ten minutes later Rogue was pleasantly astonished to see a completely different Remy. His brown trench coat was replaced by a crisp blue, button- up collared shirt and gray slacks. The messy auburn bush was now combed and slicked back and he was cleanly shaved.

" Wow ah guess ah'm not the only one who cleans up nice," Rogue said," But where's the tie? I could've sworn there was a tie,"

" Dere was," he said," but I chose not to wear it. It only breakfast,"

Rogue shook her head," Uh huh Cajun, if ah have to wear the complete ensemble, you do too," she walked over to his armoire and picked out a matching blue silk tie. She tied in on his neck as he moaned in protest," Stop being such a baby," she scolded," There, ya look beautiful,"

Remy enjoyed the feel of her hands around his neck, even if they were protected by white gloves," I see Scarlet is now aware of your power,"

Rogue took her hand back swiftly," Yeah, ah just hope no one gets suspicious of me wearing these,"

" Gloves aren't dat peculiar chere," Remy assured," dere quite common actually,"

Rogue felt better as she sighed," Alright shall me make out debut?"

Remy took Rogue's hand and led her out the door. They walked down the stairs," See dis not so bad chere,"

" Yeah I guess-" Rogue's heel missed a step and Rogue lunged forward.

Remy, with acumen speed caught her," Chere? What you do wit' out Remy?"

Rogue rolled her eyes as she regained her composition," Thanks," she said," Look there's Scarlet, put on your biggest smile,"

Scarlet waltzed to the stairs, her gown flowing behind her. Her dress was gaudier then Rogues, with white bows of ribbon dispersed around her chest. The orange sheen of the dress was also quite blinding. Scarlet's make-up was caked on, and a vivacious red lipstick smeared on her thin lips.

" You both look lovely," she cooed," You especially Rogue, I had my servants pick out the dress, but I picked out the shoes myself, aren't they darlin'?"

" Oh jus' lovely," Rogue said.

" Well ya know what, take um' with ya before ya go. My dainty feet couldn't fit in those anyway," she laughed and then pulled Remy away from Rogue.

Rogue scowled as Scarlet took Remy's arm," Ya feet couldn't fit in snow skis either," she murmured.

" What was that dear?" Scarlet asked, turning her head to Rogue.

" Nothin'," Rogue said innocently," just saying how truly lovely your home is,"

" Oh thank you. I know this might be quite a different experience for you,"

Rogue smiled patronizingly, her eyes glimmered mischievously as her attention as she saw the large bow that held her corsage together. Quietly, while Scarlet was wrapped on in talking about a recent shopping expedition, Rouge undid the bow. The tight corsage began to slowly unravel. By the time Scarlet became 'undone' Rogue would be sitting quietly at the breakfast table.

An older gentleman by the name of Miles pulled out Rogue's seat, daintily she slid onto the velvet seat; Admiring the intricate floral patterns engraved in the wood," Merci,"

Miles looked at her astonished," Oui, your welcome miss,"

Scarlet shook her head, when Miles left to get the biscuits she informed Rogue that they never thanked the hired help," They get paid ya know, there's no need ta thank them,"

Remy winced as hot-liquor ran down his throat," Dis be good chere," he took another swig," Best Brandy Remy ever tasted,"

" Remy! I mean…Ashley!" Rogue shouted," Ya not supposed ta be drinkin',"

" Ashley always drinks Klara," Scarlet said," Ya know that,"

" Well, he just decided to quit," Rogue turned to Remy, her emerald eyes flashing," Right Ashley, love?"

Remy put down the cup," Merde," he sighed," Monsieur an iced tea please,"

Scarlet frowned disapprovingly," It is not your place to tell him what to do Klara," she couldn't help but adding," And sit up strait like this," As Scarlet stiffened her back, her loose bodice lost its grasp. Scarlet's bosoms on center stage," My good Lord!" she screamed, covering herself," Please excuse me," she ran up stairs.

Rouge sat her face red with insane silent laughter.

Remy turned to Rogue, not sure whether to be amused at her antics or upset at her childish retaliation," Rogue!" he said in harsh whisper," You tink you can behave more like an adult,"

Rogue's laughter ceased, her forehead crinkling," Jus' in case ya don' know ah've been handling this mission perfectly. Plus your not the one that has Scarlet breathin' down ya neck twenty-four seven,"

Remy shook his head, giving up on this battle that he could not win," Chere, ya sometin' else ya know dat?"

Rogue excused herself from the table," Ah'll take that as a compliment," she smiled," Oh and Remy, ah would ride this mission for all its worth. Cause when the professa finds out ya been drinkin' he's gonna kill ya,"

" Merde, dat on gone be de death of me,"

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The day was a bore. Manners mistress despised Rogue almost as much as Scarlet." Sit up strait!" she would yell," Don't drawl when you speak, annunciate!"

Scarlet had then dragged her on an endless shopping trip, using Rogue as a bag catty,' I'm throwing a ball tonight," she stated," Think of it as training,"

Rogue smiled giddily," Oh really how exciting," she then turned and gagged.

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