The next day found Satine and Christian sitting at the table together, going over plans. Satine wanted to have a traditional wedding, and Christian agreed. They also agreed on decorations and other things. But the one thing Christian seemed bothered about was the guest list.

"Honestly, Christian, he's your father! He should be able to come see his son married." Satine argued, leaning forward in her chair.

Christian stared at the table. "He doesn't need to see me married. He never did care much for me." He looked up at Satine. "He would only ruin things."

"What has he done to make you not want to have him at your wedding?"

Christian looked back down at the table. "It's not what he did. It's what I didn't do." Satine looked at him, confused. "I didn't become a younger version of him, that's what I didn't do. I'm the youngest, and for some reason he wanted me to be just like him. And I didn't. My brother Michael followed in his place instead. He hasn't liked me ever since. He sees me as a disgrace to the family."

"But you're a famous writer! How could you be a disgrace?"

"He believes that if you don't work for him, you're dirt!" Christian almost shouted. He leaned back into his seat and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Satine. I didn't mean to yell. It's just...I haven't spoken to my father in seven years. And he...he hasn't shown any indication that he even wants to talk to me."

"Christian," Satine put her hand on his. "He's your father. The least you could do is invite him. He doesn't have to come. If he comes, he comes. If he doesn't, he doesn't."

Christian looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah...yeah." He leaned forward and picked up a pen. He took the guest list and spun it around to face him. Then he scribble a name onto the list: Thomas James.

Satine looked up at him, but he wasn't done writing. To that name, he added 'Michael James and family'. "Your brother?" Satine asked. Christian nodded. "Well, in that case." Satine spun the family to face her and took the pen from him. She wrote, in her fancy writing, the name 'Harriet Goodsan'.

Christian looked up at her. "Harriet Goodsan? Who is that?"

Satine looked down at the table. "She's my sister. I left my family behind in London a long time ago, and she's the only one who seems to care. She's the only one I want there because my mother is dead and my father is who-knows-where."

Christian nodded. "Broken family." He smiled. "Hopefully we can fix that."

Satine smiled in return.

So it was decided. The guest list was complete. On it was Toulouse Lautrec, The Doctor, the Narcoleptic Argentinean, Satie, Zidler (only by Satine's insistence), Nini, Marie, Thomas James, Michael James and his wife, and Harriet Goodsan. Other bohos had contacted Christian and Satine upon hearing of the engagement from their friends, and said that they would be there as well.

'It is one of the most wonderful things to ever happen!' Toulouse wrote in reply to Christian's invitation. Christian agreed; it was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to him. Knowing that he was going to be able to spend the rest of his life with Satine made his heart soar. He wrote letters to his brother and father, but only got a reply from his brother, who was living in a small village in France.

It read: Christian,

Of course I'll come to your little wedding. It took you long enough, didn't it? Took you long enough to get over that notion of love too. Well, I've cleared up my calendar for a few days, so I'll see you there. I will meet you in Paris next Tuesday at the train station.

Sincerely yours, Michael James

On Tuesday, Christian went alone to the train station to see his brother for the first time in years.