::Kate::
Kate walked the whole way back with her head down. She knew Cosette hated her, how could she have ever missed it? Whenever Cosette uttered Kate's named, it was filled with disgust. She felt tears form in her eyes, but held them back. How could she cry? What would it possible fix? Kate's heart clenched painfully as she told herself that crying would fix nothing. Nothing at all.
Out of nowhere, her depressed thoughts switched to Pierre. A warm sensation ran down her spine. She had always thought love at first sight was an ill-conceived notion, but how could it be when she had proven it true minutes ago? Behind his proper cover, she saw someone interesting. Someone like nobody she had ever met. She spent the rest of the day anticipating dinner with eagerness.
Dinner
The anxious group of friends climbed the many steps that led up to Pierre's house. "Not a mansion?" Marius said between heavy breaths. Eponine shrugged.
"He said 'estate he inherited', were you expecting a run down shack?" She asked sarcastically. Marius chuckled and kept climbing. When they reached the top, they stared at the enormous house looming over them. The front was covered in ornate ceramic moldings, and there were two stone gargoyles perched on tall marble pillars located in front of the door. As the group made a semi-circle around the door, the gasped at the shiny mahogany wood it was made of.
Enjorlas was the only one to reach up and knock on the door with the shiny brass knocker. Almost instantly, the door opened and Pierre stood before them, dressed in fancy suit, full with a ruffle and cufflinks (a/n: did they have cufflinks back then? If not, oh well, so sue me.).
"Good evening, friends." He greeted them, ushering them in. Kate gasped as she felt his hand on the small of her back, pushing her gently into the house. She instantly forgot about this small gesture when she caught sight of the entryway. A crystal chandelier hung delicately from the ceiling, the many layers of it hanging like the branched of a weeping willow tree, showering the room with tiny beads of light. The walls were covered in original paintings and portraits of what Kate believed to be Pierre's family. Directly in front of them was a double staircase that curved gracefully towards the top, the two ends meeting at a velvet covered platform twenty feet about their heads.
"Ladies, if you'll kindly follow me upstairs, I can lend you some of my sister's finest dresses." The three women hesitantly followed him up the swerving staircase and into a large room to their left. An enormous canopy bed sat in the middle of the room, its four sturdy wooden pillars holding up a silky curtain. A huge bear skin rug was placed under it, covering a section of the polished wood floors. Pierre led them to a large marble vanity that he unlocked with a gold key.
Inside were the nicest dresses Kate had ever seen in her life. Pierre reached in and pulled out a deep red dress and sized each of them up to it, finally handing it to Eponine. "This looks like it will fit you." He said. Her whole face lit up as she held it up to her slim body. "You can change in the powder room to your left." He pointed to a door at the other end of the room and Eponine entered it, shutting the door quietly.
Next, Pierre took out a dark blue dress and handed it to Cosette. She thanked him graciously and proceeded on to the powder room along with Eponine. This left Kate alone with him. He seemed to take extra long to find her a dress. Kate shifted from one foot to another as an unsettling silence filled the room. At long last, he pulled out a dark green dress, smiling radiantly as he held it out to Kate.
"To match your eyes." He said softly. Kate reached out and let her hand hover above it, like someone who refuses to touch calm water to avoid breaking the surface with ripples. Finally she managed to take the dress from him. "I'll send Clarisse up in a moment to help you with your hair, then please come downstairs, we will be waiting."
He exited the room, and Kate swallowed, trying to relieve the dryness that had built up in her throat. She had just finished changing when Cosette and Eponine reentered the room. Kate smiled at them, but only received a smile from Eponine.
As they had their hair fixed, Kate wondered if Pierre truly felt something towards her, or if he was just being polite.
a/n: more twists, very surprising twists soon. Ahahahaha, you will NEVER guess what I have planned, unless of course you already know, because I've told you.
Kate walked the whole way back with her head down. She knew Cosette hated her, how could she have ever missed it? Whenever Cosette uttered Kate's named, it was filled with disgust. She felt tears form in her eyes, but held them back. How could she cry? What would it possible fix? Kate's heart clenched painfully as she told herself that crying would fix nothing. Nothing at all.
Out of nowhere, her depressed thoughts switched to Pierre. A warm sensation ran down her spine. She had always thought love at first sight was an ill-conceived notion, but how could it be when she had proven it true minutes ago? Behind his proper cover, she saw someone interesting. Someone like nobody she had ever met. She spent the rest of the day anticipating dinner with eagerness.
Dinner
The anxious group of friends climbed the many steps that led up to Pierre's house. "Not a mansion?" Marius said between heavy breaths. Eponine shrugged.
"He said 'estate he inherited', were you expecting a run down shack?" She asked sarcastically. Marius chuckled and kept climbing. When they reached the top, they stared at the enormous house looming over them. The front was covered in ornate ceramic moldings, and there were two stone gargoyles perched on tall marble pillars located in front of the door. As the group made a semi-circle around the door, the gasped at the shiny mahogany wood it was made of.
Enjorlas was the only one to reach up and knock on the door with the shiny brass knocker. Almost instantly, the door opened and Pierre stood before them, dressed in fancy suit, full with a ruffle and cufflinks (a/n: did they have cufflinks back then? If not, oh well, so sue me.).
"Good evening, friends." He greeted them, ushering them in. Kate gasped as she felt his hand on the small of her back, pushing her gently into the house. She instantly forgot about this small gesture when she caught sight of the entryway. A crystal chandelier hung delicately from the ceiling, the many layers of it hanging like the branched of a weeping willow tree, showering the room with tiny beads of light. The walls were covered in original paintings and portraits of what Kate believed to be Pierre's family. Directly in front of them was a double staircase that curved gracefully towards the top, the two ends meeting at a velvet covered platform twenty feet about their heads.
"Ladies, if you'll kindly follow me upstairs, I can lend you some of my sister's finest dresses." The three women hesitantly followed him up the swerving staircase and into a large room to their left. An enormous canopy bed sat in the middle of the room, its four sturdy wooden pillars holding up a silky curtain. A huge bear skin rug was placed under it, covering a section of the polished wood floors. Pierre led them to a large marble vanity that he unlocked with a gold key.
Inside were the nicest dresses Kate had ever seen in her life. Pierre reached in and pulled out a deep red dress and sized each of them up to it, finally handing it to Eponine. "This looks like it will fit you." He said. Her whole face lit up as she held it up to her slim body. "You can change in the powder room to your left." He pointed to a door at the other end of the room and Eponine entered it, shutting the door quietly.
Next, Pierre took out a dark blue dress and handed it to Cosette. She thanked him graciously and proceeded on to the powder room along with Eponine. This left Kate alone with him. He seemed to take extra long to find her a dress. Kate shifted from one foot to another as an unsettling silence filled the room. At long last, he pulled out a dark green dress, smiling radiantly as he held it out to Kate.
"To match your eyes." He said softly. Kate reached out and let her hand hover above it, like someone who refuses to touch calm water to avoid breaking the surface with ripples. Finally she managed to take the dress from him. "I'll send Clarisse up in a moment to help you with your hair, then please come downstairs, we will be waiting."
He exited the room, and Kate swallowed, trying to relieve the dryness that had built up in her throat. She had just finished changing when Cosette and Eponine reentered the room. Kate smiled at them, but only received a smile from Eponine.
As they had their hair fixed, Kate wondered if Pierre truly felt something towards her, or if he was just being polite.
a/n: more twists, very surprising twists soon. Ahahahaha, you will NEVER guess what I have planned, unless of course you already know, because I've told you.