Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 9
Sorry I took so long to write this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with the movie Moulin Rouge.
Christian had been up all night comparing Isabelle and Satine. Satine almost always won. Yet he still could not allow himself to succumb to his feelings for her.
Isabelle lay there beside Christian sleeping. He studied her body. The way her chest went up, and then back down again with every breathe she took. She was plain. She hardly ever wore make-up. But then again she didn't need to, he reminded himself. She was beautiful, in a simple, yet elegant way. Satine. Always wearing make-up. Make-up that complemented her facial features. Perfect in every way. Too perfect.
Christian thoughts were interrupted by the rain pounding down outside his window. Isabelle rolled over, facing Christian. "I love it when it rains". This startled him. He gathered his thoughts from the air and asked why.
"I get to spend a whole day with you, alone" Christian looked at her. Isabelle could see in his eyes in was lost in thought. She said no more and return to watching the rain.
After a couple minutes of pointless dabbling over two different women Christian broke the comfortable silence. "If we're going to have a good breakfast, I will have to go get some food"
"Darling, its pouring outside" Christian placed a finger over her lips.
"We have no food. I was going to have go to the market today. Rain or shine". Isabelle said nothing more.
Satine sat in café across the street from the market. Satine thoughts circled around what happened the night before. Christian had kissed her, she had not forced him to. He kissed her.
She was the only one in the café. Probably because of the rain she thought.
Just a quick trip to the market. No Satine. No problems. He had finally made up his mind. He had finally decided over Satine and Isabelle. He glanced across the street to see wide eyes starring back at him. A woman with a impossibly large smile on her face. Satine. He waved and continued to gather the few items he had venture out for. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse. Satine ran up behind him and placed her face across his eyes.
"Guess who!"
"I'd rather not" he said bitterly. He a perfect idea of who it was.
"If you want to be that way, fine". Her hands were at her sides in seconds. "Why are you out on such a cold morning?"
"Why are you?"
"I asked first!"
"I had to get a few things for breakfast with Isabelle". The words slapped her across the face.
"Isabelle" she spat out.
"Yes, and if you don't mind. I'm kind of in a hurry".
"Well, can I see you later?" she asked.
"Yes. I need to talk to you". Every woman on the face of the earth dreads to hea those words. I need to talk to you. They meant nothing but heartbreak. She knew what was coming. Her eyes filled with tears, and rage boiled inside of her.
"If you are staying with Isabelle, tell me now. I don't want to spend the rest of my day dreading going to see you. Knowing what you will say".
"You do not know what I'm going to say" Christian stay unbelievably calm. "Please, just meet me in the café at 4 o'clock".
"Very well. Goodbye". She left.
The whole day Christian regretted acting so bitter toward Satine. How could she have known he was going to stay with Isabelle? Was it that obvious?
Well? Be honest, what did you think?