"Elizabeth Chagny! Hurry up, we're going to be late to your lessons again!" shouted a very frustrated mother at her daughter. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Elizabeth was all that a fifteen year old girl could be. Romantic, playful, energetic, and beautiful in many different ways. She had long brown hair that curled at the ends, and bright blue eyes. She was at the point when she was more woman than child, though sometimes she acted more child than woman. Elizabeth had recently started taking dance and voice lessons at the recently remodeled opera populaire.
"Coming mother!" said Elizabeth running down the steps of their new home, which technically was not new seeing as it was a 247 year old house…but to her it was still new. "Elizabe…" started her mother when she saw but mostly heard her daughter coming down the steps. "Who are you going to see today?" asked her mom raising a questioning eyebrow. Elizabeth did this 'who me' face and said "a new boy working at the theatre, his name is Markus…" but before she could continue her father interrupted her "and have you had him tested, or run a background check?" he asked teasingly. She raised an eyebrow "and if I haven't" she asked seeking to annoy her father with her back talk. Henry Chagny was about to scold his youngest child for have talked back at him but before he could his wife kissed his cheek waved her hand , grabbed Elizabeth's hand and walked out the door.
"Elizabeth, do you have to torment your father so much?" asked her mother in a very tired voice…Elizabeth wanted to say that it was her duty as the youngest child, but she knew at times like these she was to apologize and put it behind her. "I'm sorry mother, truly I am" she said lowering her head like when she was a child and was humiliated. "So tell me about this Markus boy..." said her mother looking at her daughter from the corner of her eye. Liz as they called her blushed and her face lit up "he is tan, with dark hair and grayish green eyes, he's tall and well formed…" her mother smiled at her daughter talking away. In return Elizabeth blushed, and looked up at the opened door and the gray eyes staring down at her, burning their way into her soul.