(A/N) Ok, I got a review saying that I keep changing my tense's meaning I change it from present to past. I am going to make it past tense, because this story is being told by the old Emily House.
1 month later
I hadn't heard from Angel for over a month. When I could feel his presence I would call out to him, but he would never answer. I missed him so much. I should have gone down to pay him a visit, but I thought it would be best to leave him be.
One day as I was heading to the laundry room, when a girl named, Ally came running towards me.
"Emily! There you are, come and see," said Ally. Before I could say anything she grabbed my hand and began to run towards the entrance to the stables. When we got to the stables chorus girls, ballet dancers, maids, and stage crew, were all watching something.
Alla saw me and pulled me up to the front and said, "Monsieur William and James are dueling!" I just rolled my eyes. James had been after me for years, but of coarse he was after every girl. He was one of the stagehands, who was so nasty and rude, he was almost worst than Joseph Buquet. James had proposed to me three times trying to make me become his wife, so he could have the pleasures of my body. My answer was always the same, "No." I could tell that Will was the better swordsmen, but was giving James a break. He turned his head towards me and smiled, and then he continued to focus on his opponent. I blushed. "Oh Emily he was smiling at you," Alla squealed.
When James was least expecting it, Will pinned James to the ground. I laughed. Will offered him a hand, but James stubbornly refused to take it and stormed off. Will was about to leave when I boldly said," Is that all you can do, Monsieur?"
He smiled at me and said teasing, "And what do you mean by that Miss House?"
"Well let's see Monsieur. You fight well, but you are out of breath, even when you were taking it easy on James. Come on Monsieur, even I would be breathing the same rate as I am now," I said.
"Prove it," he said challenging me.
"I think you are challenging me, Monsieur," I said.
"I am," he said with a smile.
I walked over to where James threw his sword on the ground. I picked it up and felt its blade. It was dull, but it would have to do. "Alright, Monsieur," I said.
"You're not serious are you? I was only joking," he said. "Besides, I wouldn't want to ruin an angel's face that you possess."
"Thank you Monsieur for your concern, but I know how to take care of myself. Now let's stop this joking and get on with it," I said.
"Emily don't do this," said Alla scared.
"I will be fine, Alla," I said.
"I hope I don't cause you embarrassment, Miss House. For it would be a shame to see tears streaming down your perfect face," he said.
I laughed. "Enough with the compliments and lets get on with it," I said.
The crowd began to cheer. We began our complex dull. He was going easy on me, but I refused to let him. I hit him with hard blows that he did not expect. Everyone watched with their mouths open.
"Getting tired, Monsieur," I asked?
"No, why are you?"
"I am just warming up," I said with a smile. I continued to his sword with powerful blows. Sparks began to dance off of our swords. I must admit he was good, but we both knew that I had more experience than he had. I then caught him off guard and send his sword flying threw the air into the snow. He then fell onto the ground; I placed the tip of my sword to his throat and said, "Dead!"
He looked at me with shock. I knew he couldn't believe he had just lost to a girl, especially to a maid. I threw my sword on the ground and helped him up.
"Miss House I must admit you are a far better swordsmen than I will ever be," he said boldly. No man would have ever admitted that. If it is one thing that a man would never give up, is his pride.
"You mean swordswoman, but thank you," I said. Something red caught my eye on his left arm. It was blood. "Oh my God, Monsieur, you are bleeding."
He looked down at his arm, "It's only a scratch." I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand.
"Come we must clean that up. You wouldn't want an infection," I said while walking him towards the door.
About 30 minutes later
"There we are," I said tying his bandage together. I had taken him to my room where I kept bandages, rubbing alcohol, things like that. I had also had him take off his shirt so I could get a better look at the scratch. I must admit he was sexy.
"Will I live," he asked?
"I think the odds of living are in your favor," I said with a smile. We both stared into each other's eyes for what seemed a century. His brown eyes were so perfect, so beautiful. Finally I got back to reality and broke the gaze.
"Thank you," he said in a whisper.
"You're welcome," I said. He put back on his shirt. I walked him to the door, where he placed a kiss on my hand and bowed.
"I hope to see you at tonight's opera," he said.
"Goodbye… Will" I said trying not to blush.
Once he left Alla entered the room and closed the door shut. She screamed a happy scream.
"Oh my Lord, Emily! He is so dreamy. I didn't expect you, of all people to fall for Monsieur Firmin's nephew," she said with a huge grin.
"And who said I was falling for him," I asked with my hands on my hips.
"Oh come on Emily just admit it. You are totally falling for him and he is falling for you. Besides I saw the way you two looked at each other. And when he was leaving I could see "love," written all over his face," Alla said.
I laughed," I must admit he is quite handsome. And today he made me have goose bumps, just being in the same room as him."
"Yep, you are in love," we both giggled like little girls.
"Come we must get this opera house spick and span for tonight," I said with a smile. She nodded and we were off to start cleaning.