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EPILOGUE
The butler in the Duke of Winterbrook's Paris townhouse took Erik's cloak and hat. "Miss Michelle will be down soon, sir," he said in his refined monotone.
"Actually, she's here now."
Erik turned to the stairs and watched his fiancé come down the stairs. She was wearing a sky blue dinner dress, a new one she had gotten with her mother recently. Since she the masquerade, she and her mother had purchased an entire new wardrobe for her, everything in the heights of fashion.
Erik met her at the foot of the stairs and kissed her hand. If they had been alone, he'd have kissed more than that, but he couldn't offend the butler's tender sensibilities. She smiled tenderly at him. "Everyone else is in the Blue room. We should join them."
Erik nodded and offered his arm with a smile. She took it and they walked down the hallway of the large house. Once they were out of eye- and earshot, Erik swept her into his arms and kissed her long and hard. When he finally released her for air, he gasped, "I've missed you."
She chuckled breathlessly. "I noticed."
He playfully bit her neck and made her shiver. "Are you sure you don't just want to elope?"
She sighed. "I'm sorry, but Mother had her heart set on a big wedding. And since she didn't get one, that means I do."
Erik sighed and pulled back from her neck. "I hate to say it, but your brother had the right idea."
"He and Meg are getting back tomorrow."
"How did he convince her to run off with him anyway? It seemed to me that she wanted nothing to do with him."
"As far as I know he kidnapped her."
"At least he didn't have to deal with relatives that hate him."
"Don't worry. Uncle Andre will warm to you, I'm sure. He just has to get to know you, that's all."
"The problem is that he does know me."
"Not like I do."
Erik looked down into her soft adoring eyes and wanted to kiss her again. As if she read his thoughts, she pulled away. "Come on," she said. "They'll be wondering where we are."
He sighed. "All right." Then Erik smiled rakishly. "Someone would just walk in on us anyway."
The End
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A/N: Like it? Hate it? I may be writing a sequel, so tell me what you think.
EPILOGUE
The butler in the Duke of Winterbrook's Paris townhouse took Erik's cloak and hat. "Miss Michelle will be down soon, sir," he said in his refined monotone.
"Actually, she's here now."
Erik turned to the stairs and watched his fiancé come down the stairs. She was wearing a sky blue dinner dress, a new one she had gotten with her mother recently. Since she the masquerade, she and her mother had purchased an entire new wardrobe for her, everything in the heights of fashion.
Erik met her at the foot of the stairs and kissed her hand. If they had been alone, he'd have kissed more than that, but he couldn't offend the butler's tender sensibilities. She smiled tenderly at him. "Everyone else is in the Blue room. We should join them."
Erik nodded and offered his arm with a smile. She took it and they walked down the hallway of the large house. Once they were out of eye- and earshot, Erik swept her into his arms and kissed her long and hard. When he finally released her for air, he gasped, "I've missed you."
She chuckled breathlessly. "I noticed."
He playfully bit her neck and made her shiver. "Are you sure you don't just want to elope?"
She sighed. "I'm sorry, but Mother had her heart set on a big wedding. And since she didn't get one, that means I do."
Erik sighed and pulled back from her neck. "I hate to say it, but your brother had the right idea."
"He and Meg are getting back tomorrow."
"How did he convince her to run off with him anyway? It seemed to me that she wanted nothing to do with him."
"As far as I know he kidnapped her."
"At least he didn't have to deal with relatives that hate him."
"Don't worry. Uncle Andre will warm to you, I'm sure. He just has to get to know you, that's all."
"The problem is that he does know me."
"Not like I do."
Erik looked down into her soft adoring eyes and wanted to kiss her again. As if she read his thoughts, she pulled away. "Come on," she said. "They'll be wondering where we are."
He sighed. "All right." Then Erik smiled rakishly. "Someone would just walk in on us anyway."
The End
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A/N: Like it? Hate it? I may be writing a sequel, so tell me what you think.
