Chapter 2: New Life

Two years later…

"Ms. Christine?" She snapped out of her reverie and looked at her friend and valet, a gypsy named Rumen. He was 25, a good six years older than her. She smiled at him.

"We're here already?" He nodded and helped her descend from the carriage. The theater house in front of them was grand indeed but it wasn't the Opera Populaire. She sighed at the distant memory, and then climbed up the stairs. It was the premier of her newest play Ghosts of the Past. This theater company was the only one who would even look at her work. The Theater Amour was well known for having not only wonderful plays but exotically different plays. Rumen stood beside her and contrasted her greatly. This darkly tanned skin and pure black hair. His right ear was pierced twice and had two gold hoops. The rich society of Paris looked at them with suspicion. Christine smiled at her friend.

"Shall we?" He took her hand and led her forward. The grand foyer was lit entirely of candles. The regulars to the theater swarmed her and asked all about the new play. Rumen stayed silent at her side as the Mademoiselle smiled and waved them to silence.

"Please, please. Monsieurs, Mademoiselles, Madams. You must watch the play. You wouldn't want me to ruin the story now would you?" They laughed politely. A man, who saw her last two plays, raised his hand.

"Mademoiselle Louver, will the ending be the same as our other wonderful pieces?" Christine flashed a dazzling smile.

"I can not tell you Monsieur but it is a very interesting tale." The sound of soft bells chimed through the room, signaling for everyone to take their seats. "Ah, now you shall see for yourself. Rumen." She exited with her valet behind her. As she climbed the stairs to her box seat, Christine failed to notice the tall Persian standing by the steps.