Christine was waiting for me after I was through changing.

"So, how did you do?" she asked patiently

I couldn't help but smirk. "I made it!"

"Oh Addie I knew you would," Time to celebrate. She held onto my arm as we walked to the carriage. There Raoul was sitting inside and greeted me. It was a short carriage ride. I asked them how everything was and how they were settling after the marriage. The always answered politely. Then the carriage came to a Holt and the door opened revealing a man in a hat and well pressed dark suit that took my hand and guided my step as I walked out. I used to receive this type of service every day before my house burnt down.

We arrived at a beautiful restaurant. We had too many courses for me to count. I couldn't believe the DeChangys had been so nice to invite me to eat such a fancy meal with them. They understood about the fire and didn't ask about it. I promised myself I'd save up money to return the favor one day. The pay we received in orchestra wasn't that much considering what I used to get off my parents plantations at home, but I'd find some way to return the kindness.

Afterwards we walked in the park and talked for a while. I suddenly felt so cold. Perhaps it was just the night air. As we were talking Raoule rapped his jacket around me noticing my chills. He was such a gentlemen. I hope there is a man like him in the world. Then they dropped me off and walked me back to my room. I tried to hide my shivers and said I was still cold from the night air. Christine offered to stay for a while, but I told her to go home, she looked tired. I walked to my room and entered.

I closed the door behind me and pulled off my friend's dress, replacing it with a white gown. I shivered when the air met my bare skin, and folded the dress neatly. Then stumbled to my bed and pulled the covers above my face. I thought it was only from the wind. I must have a fever. I felt the room get colder and colder and I began to shiver and shake violently. Everything became blurry. I wasn't sure of what was happening but then I felt myself being lifted up by a strong man. I was still rapped in my covers. I couldn't see him but I could tell he was strong. He seemed to not be straining to lift me up. Was I being taken to the hospital? I laid my head on his neck with exhaustion and allowed him to carry me. I listened to his breath and my head was bumping up and down with his movement so I knew he must be taking me somewhere. I felt safe and allowed myself to relax in his arms. Then all went black.