Satine slowly opened her eyes, and once her vision adjusted to the light,
she saw two dozen white roses on the nightstand. She smiled, remembering
Jerome, and leaned over to smell one.
She giggled as she rolled onto her back.
Zidler had promised her a day off with him today, and thought of nothing else since then. She had dreamed of it last night - they were two seats in the audience, and they were surrounded by rose petals and candles. On the stage was a beautiful play, called 'Spectacular! Spectacular!' about a courtesan who looked surprisingly like her, and who was to marry an evil maharaja, played by a snively, pale actor. But the courtesan fell in love with a sitar player, who was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen before.
His voice. . . She closed her eyes and could imagine the shivers she got, even in her dreams, because of his voice.
It was a beautiful play. . . a beautiful day with her and Jerome.
"Maybe he will be my sitar player," she whispered, rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day.
After a few frustrating minutes of trying to put a corset on, Marie came in with a tray of fruit and croissants.
"Oh, yum!" Satine said, picking up a strawberry.
Marie smiled and started to tighten Satine's corset.
"Do you know what you're doing today?" she asked.
Satine shook her head. "Jerome said it was a surprise. . . he's going to pick me up in his carriage." She sighed. "I don't know what to do, Marie. I've never-" She stopped herself and wiped the crumbs off the corner of her mouth. "I don't remember even being on a date. I don't know if I've ever had a beau."
Marie paused a moment with the strings in her wrinkly hands. She knew what Harold and Jerome had in store for her.
She desperately wanted to save her from the life she had forced on her, but Harold would have her thrown in the streets for sabotaging his plan. How the man she had loved so dearly changed. . .
"Do you really like him?" Marie asked calmly, tightening her corset again.
Satine smiled. "I do."
"Just. . . be careful." Marie picked her words carefully. "Not everyone in this world is good."
"But Jerome is! I know it!" Satine looked back and smiled at her. "I know he is."
Marie nodded her heavy head, but never for a moment believed Jerome, the son of a Viscount or not, was a good person.
As 11:00 ticked by, a carriage pulled up to the Moulin Rouge, and out stepped a handsome man in a fresh-pressed suit with blond hair under a black top hat. In his hand he held a gold tipped cane and struck it into the frozen ground as he strolled up the walkway and into the night club.
Zidler met him by the door, shook his hand and spoke a few words. Jerome handed him an envelope and smiled, tipping his hat and walking toward the elephant.
Satine peaked, nervously, over the side of her large animal room and gasped when she saw him coming toward her. She ducked her head, careful for him not to see her, and ran as fast as she could in heels down the stairs and jumped into a chair as someone knocked on the door.
Satine took a couple deep breaths before she asked, feathery, "Who is it?"
"Jerome, my angel."
Satine blushed and smiled. She smoothed out her cream-colored dress and opened the door. "Hello," she whispered.
He took a minute and studied her from toes on up, and finally reached her eyes. "Hello," he whispered back. "As always, you look lovely." She blushed. "I have a fantastic day planned for us." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
She slid her hand into the crook of his arm and they walked down the small staircase and out into the open air. Satine felt the wind chill her bones and she held on tighter to Jerome, letting her head rest against his shoulder.
Jerome smiled and removed her hand from his arm and draped it around her, looking deeply into her heavenly blue eyes, and kissed her, deeply.
They went on a carriage ride around Paris, taking in the sights. He took her to see the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and they stopped off at the Paris Opera House.
Satine's excitement was overflowing. Maybe her dream of the play would come true. . .
"What's playing?" she asked, smiling.
"La Traviata - an opera based on the book 'Camille' by Alexandre Dumas. Have you read anything by him?"
"I don't think so," she said quietly.
"Well, he's a famous French author."
He offered his arm to her again as they stepped out of the carriage, and she giggled, taking it, remembering what happened when last he did that.
Jerome owned a box, right above the stage - really the best in the house. A few minutes after taking their seats, the curtain rose, and Satine smiled with enjoyment.
As the opera progressed on, Satine forgot Jerome sat next to her. She leaned forward in her seat, away from his draping arm, and stared openly at the stage. Finally, in the last scene, when the man held his dead lover in his arms, she found that her chin was quivering and tears were falling down her cheeks.
No one thought anything of Violetta Valéry. She was just a kept woman, a courtesan, a whore. Her life was so empty, so without meaning until Alfredo Germont entered her life and dared to love her.
The curtain fell and Satine wiped away her tears with her fingers and began to clap loudly.
Jerome's hand on her shoulder startled her. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled at him. "It was so beautiful. . . thank you so much for taking me."
He brought his hand to her eyes and took away her tears. "Thank you so much for accompanying me," he whispered.
She blushed as she looked away from his dark green eyes. "It's getting late. . . I should be getting home soon."
He nodded, standing. "Of course. Come, my angel."
The carriage ride home was quiet. Jerome has his arm around her and his body was turned in her direction. Satine looked down at her lacy gloves and felt the heat rise in her face.
"Did you really like the play tonight?" he whispered.
"I did."
"They fell in love at first sight. . . do you think that can happen everyday?"
Satine tilted her face up to meet his eyes for a moment, then looked back down at her gloves. "I suppose it can."
"Has it happened to you?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
The carriage stopped and Jerome sighed, opening the door and getting out. He extended his hand to her, and together, they walked to her 'home'.
Satine felt a tight pain in her chest, as if someone stabbing her in heart, and couldn't walk further. She grimaced at the pain and started to shake. She coughed once, twice. . . it tore at her throat and she leaned against Jerome for support.
He held her steady. "Satine? Satine, are you alright?"
After a few moments, she removed her hand from her mouth and nodded. "Yes. . . yes I'm alright."
"You must be sick," he said, opening the door to the elephant and walking up with her. He laid her on her bed gently.
"I'm fine, rea-" she started, but he silenced her.
"I kept you out in the cold air, it's my fault." He bit his lip in frustration. "I'll send some one to look after you when I go. I'll come see you again, soon, as well. Are you performing tomorrow?"
She nodded.
He kissed her brow softly. "I'll be there, my angel."
She smiled as he slipped out the door.
She rose from the bed and went to the mirror. The wind had blown her hair, and she frowned at how messy she looked and began to straighten it.
When she put her hand into her thick waves, she realized something was wet and moved her hand in front of her face. Something thick and red sat on her palm and she turned pale, touching it with her other hand.
She reached for her handkerchief and rubbed it away, and threw the handkerchief to the floor. She watched it in slow motion as it fell down, down. . .
Harold burst through the door. "Pigeon!" he yelled, extending his arms to her. "How was your day off? He told me you felt sick."
"I was bleeding. . ." she whispered, pointing to the handkerchief.
"Yes, yes. . . that's normal." He smiled and tapped her chin. "No children!"
She looked at him questionably as Marie came in behind Harold and helped Satine change out of her dress and into a nightgown.
"Get some sleep now, love," Marie said gently, kissing her cheek and pulling down the covers.
Satine, on shaky legs, walked to her bed and flopped down onto the covers. She felt a chill through her whole body and shivered, hugging the blankets to her tightly.
"Good night, love," Marie said, blowing out the lamp and pushing Harold out the door.
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. Kinda got the original idea of an angel(mermaid) becoming human from The Little Mermaid.
A/N: Sorry I didn't describe the play too much. You'll just have to read Camille - it's SOO good! And sorry for such the delay. School projects and studying for exams take up most my time, but I finally got to do what I love the best!
Songs used: -none- hmm, strange for me.
She giggled as she rolled onto her back.
Zidler had promised her a day off with him today, and thought of nothing else since then. She had dreamed of it last night - they were two seats in the audience, and they were surrounded by rose petals and candles. On the stage was a beautiful play, called 'Spectacular! Spectacular!' about a courtesan who looked surprisingly like her, and who was to marry an evil maharaja, played by a snively, pale actor. But the courtesan fell in love with a sitar player, who was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen before.
His voice. . . She closed her eyes and could imagine the shivers she got, even in her dreams, because of his voice.
It was a beautiful play. . . a beautiful day with her and Jerome.
"Maybe he will be my sitar player," she whispered, rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day.
After a few frustrating minutes of trying to put a corset on, Marie came in with a tray of fruit and croissants.
"Oh, yum!" Satine said, picking up a strawberry.
Marie smiled and started to tighten Satine's corset.
"Do you know what you're doing today?" she asked.
Satine shook her head. "Jerome said it was a surprise. . . he's going to pick me up in his carriage." She sighed. "I don't know what to do, Marie. I've never-" She stopped herself and wiped the crumbs off the corner of her mouth. "I don't remember even being on a date. I don't know if I've ever had a beau."
Marie paused a moment with the strings in her wrinkly hands. She knew what Harold and Jerome had in store for her.
She desperately wanted to save her from the life she had forced on her, but Harold would have her thrown in the streets for sabotaging his plan. How the man she had loved so dearly changed. . .
"Do you really like him?" Marie asked calmly, tightening her corset again.
Satine smiled. "I do."
"Just. . . be careful." Marie picked her words carefully. "Not everyone in this world is good."
"But Jerome is! I know it!" Satine looked back and smiled at her. "I know he is."
Marie nodded her heavy head, but never for a moment believed Jerome, the son of a Viscount or not, was a good person.
As 11:00 ticked by, a carriage pulled up to the Moulin Rouge, and out stepped a handsome man in a fresh-pressed suit with blond hair under a black top hat. In his hand he held a gold tipped cane and struck it into the frozen ground as he strolled up the walkway and into the night club.
Zidler met him by the door, shook his hand and spoke a few words. Jerome handed him an envelope and smiled, tipping his hat and walking toward the elephant.
Satine peaked, nervously, over the side of her large animal room and gasped when she saw him coming toward her. She ducked her head, careful for him not to see her, and ran as fast as she could in heels down the stairs and jumped into a chair as someone knocked on the door.
Satine took a couple deep breaths before she asked, feathery, "Who is it?"
"Jerome, my angel."
Satine blushed and smiled. She smoothed out her cream-colored dress and opened the door. "Hello," she whispered.
He took a minute and studied her from toes on up, and finally reached her eyes. "Hello," he whispered back. "As always, you look lovely." She blushed. "I have a fantastic day planned for us." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
She slid her hand into the crook of his arm and they walked down the small staircase and out into the open air. Satine felt the wind chill her bones and she held on tighter to Jerome, letting her head rest against his shoulder.
Jerome smiled and removed her hand from his arm and draped it around her, looking deeply into her heavenly blue eyes, and kissed her, deeply.
They went on a carriage ride around Paris, taking in the sights. He took her to see the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and they stopped off at the Paris Opera House.
Satine's excitement was overflowing. Maybe her dream of the play would come true. . .
"What's playing?" she asked, smiling.
"La Traviata - an opera based on the book 'Camille' by Alexandre Dumas. Have you read anything by him?"
"I don't think so," she said quietly.
"Well, he's a famous French author."
He offered his arm to her again as they stepped out of the carriage, and she giggled, taking it, remembering what happened when last he did that.
Jerome owned a box, right above the stage - really the best in the house. A few minutes after taking their seats, the curtain rose, and Satine smiled with enjoyment.
As the opera progressed on, Satine forgot Jerome sat next to her. She leaned forward in her seat, away from his draping arm, and stared openly at the stage. Finally, in the last scene, when the man held his dead lover in his arms, she found that her chin was quivering and tears were falling down her cheeks.
No one thought anything of Violetta Valéry. She was just a kept woman, a courtesan, a whore. Her life was so empty, so without meaning until Alfredo Germont entered her life and dared to love her.
The curtain fell and Satine wiped away her tears with her fingers and began to clap loudly.
Jerome's hand on her shoulder startled her. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled at him. "It was so beautiful. . . thank you so much for taking me."
He brought his hand to her eyes and took away her tears. "Thank you so much for accompanying me," he whispered.
She blushed as she looked away from his dark green eyes. "It's getting late. . . I should be getting home soon."
He nodded, standing. "Of course. Come, my angel."
The carriage ride home was quiet. Jerome has his arm around her and his body was turned in her direction. Satine looked down at her lacy gloves and felt the heat rise in her face.
"Did you really like the play tonight?" he whispered.
"I did."
"They fell in love at first sight. . . do you think that can happen everyday?"
Satine tilted her face up to meet his eyes for a moment, then looked back down at her gloves. "I suppose it can."
"Has it happened to you?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
The carriage stopped and Jerome sighed, opening the door and getting out. He extended his hand to her, and together, they walked to her 'home'.
Satine felt a tight pain in her chest, as if someone stabbing her in heart, and couldn't walk further. She grimaced at the pain and started to shake. She coughed once, twice. . . it tore at her throat and she leaned against Jerome for support.
He held her steady. "Satine? Satine, are you alright?"
After a few moments, she removed her hand from her mouth and nodded. "Yes. . . yes I'm alright."
"You must be sick," he said, opening the door to the elephant and walking up with her. He laid her on her bed gently.
"I'm fine, rea-" she started, but he silenced her.
"I kept you out in the cold air, it's my fault." He bit his lip in frustration. "I'll send some one to look after you when I go. I'll come see you again, soon, as well. Are you performing tomorrow?"
She nodded.
He kissed her brow softly. "I'll be there, my angel."
She smiled as he slipped out the door.
She rose from the bed and went to the mirror. The wind had blown her hair, and she frowned at how messy she looked and began to straighten it.
When she put her hand into her thick waves, she realized something was wet and moved her hand in front of her face. Something thick and red sat on her palm and she turned pale, touching it with her other hand.
She reached for her handkerchief and rubbed it away, and threw the handkerchief to the floor. She watched it in slow motion as it fell down, down. . .
Harold burst through the door. "Pigeon!" he yelled, extending his arms to her. "How was your day off? He told me you felt sick."
"I was bleeding. . ." she whispered, pointing to the handkerchief.
"Yes, yes. . . that's normal." He smiled and tapped her chin. "No children!"
She looked at him questionably as Marie came in behind Harold and helped Satine change out of her dress and into a nightgown.
"Get some sleep now, love," Marie said gently, kissing her cheek and pulling down the covers.
Satine, on shaky legs, walked to her bed and flopped down onto the covers. She felt a chill through her whole body and shivered, hugging the blankets to her tightly.
"Good night, love," Marie said, blowing out the lamp and pushing Harold out the door.
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. Kinda got the original idea of an angel(mermaid) becoming human from The Little Mermaid.
A/N: Sorry I didn't describe the play too much. You'll just have to read Camille - it's SOO good! And sorry for such the delay. School projects and studying for exams take up most my time, but I finally got to do what I love the best!
Songs used: -none- hmm, strange for me.