Sorry about the slow update. Ya know... Writer's block. But now, I know where I am going with this. You may want to reread the last chapter just so that you know where I am
Chapter 24- The Viscountess Christine de Chagny
Dominique ripped his ear from Isabelle's door. "It couldn't be." He thought. "He wouldn't do this." He repeated this statement in his mind several times until he was so angry he couldn't see straight.
With an angry swish his cloak followed him down the hall into the darkness. He was gone in the night.
The next morning the Viscountess de Chagny awoke to a loud knock on her front door. She quickly threw on her silk robe and walked down the front stairs. Her maid, Laurisse had just closed the door, and was headed toward her , a small off-white envelope in her hand.
"Madam.." She said, handing over the package.
"Thank you, Laurisse." She said. She recognized the delicate handwriting on the front of the envelope as that of her daughter. She ripped open the package and read it quickly.
Laurisse had just begun to leave when she heard her mistress speak. "Laurisse, if you would, please call Messier Adrien and inform him that I will be leaving for Paris as soon as possible, if he wishes to accompany me. When The Viscount arrives please do everything you can to assure him that Adrien and I are well."
Christine ran quickly up the stairs and threw a few of her beautiful dresses into a large mahogany trunk. She called for her butler. When he arrived she asked for a car and lodging in Paris.
Laurisse entered, humbly after the butler had left. "Messier Adrien has informed me that it would please him to escort you to Paris. He also inquires of your daughter and her well being."
Christine smiled. "Isabelle is fine. Let him know that she has written me, and that she is fine, but may be in need of guidance."
Laurisse curtsied deeply and still bending she backed out of the extravagant room. The Viscountess put on one of her best dresses and pulled her hair back in an eligent bun on the back of her head.
As she stared at her reflection she could think only one thing. "He will not overtake my daughter."
A call from the lower level of the house informed her that her carriage had arrived. She hurried down the stairs, to find Adrien in the front hall waiting. She smiled at him and he returned the favor.
"Shall we?" He said, offering his arm.
"Thank you." She said, and the two headed out the door.