"Oh puh-lease," Meg said, throwing her thumbtack across the floor. "Masterful Virgin my ass. He's probably some thirty something year old who can't sing and has a Scottish accent."
Christine's expression didn't change but D seemed to think the girl was surprised by her friend's outburst. "I don't think he's Scottish. Hm. Shouldn't he be French since we live in France?"
Meg shrugged and upped the volume on her iPod which hadn't been invented yet. "Should be but you never know who the powers that be will pick. Doesn't life just suck? I think I'm just going to end mine. Now where the fuck did I put my thumbtack?" Meg stalked away, leaving D and Christine staring at one another.
"Is she okay?" D inquired (because it's a bigger word then asked and sounds more authory)
"Who Meg? Of course. She just hates her life because everyone focuses on me. You see, I have these two suitors--"
"Christine! Christine! Where are you? We have dinner reservations at one of the swankiest restaurants in all of Paris. How did you forget that Little Lotte?"
D was startled by the voice and looked at the man who was speaking. He was very tall and had long hair. He resembled someone named Fabio who, D reasoned, was from another time. (She can use her Sue powers to see into the future). Because he was dressed garishly, with shinning boots, a rather large top hair and a coat made of the finest fur, D immediately placed him as a fop. And D loathed all fops, mostly because they were beautiful and her hands were badly deformed. Even though he spoke kindly, D could not help but think that there was something menacing about this man. Perhaps he was a drinker and beat Christine senselessly for no apparent reason. D knew she did not want to involve herself with this rather dashing psychopath.
"Oh Raoul, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to forget. In fact, it just slipped my mind. I mean, I was showing my dear friend D around the opera house."
Christine grabbed D's arm roughly and pushed her in front of Raoul.
Raoul allowed his gaze to examine her lazily and he was suddenly filled with lusting. He wanted her body badly but his decorum and the thought of all the women that Christine didn't know about waiting for him at his chateau, stopped him from sexing her right there. "Hello," Raoul said, his voice oozing with disgusting charm.
"Hi."
"I see you've gotten the attention of my Little Lotte. That's good. I will be seeing you around then."
Christine nodded and quickly removed her hand from D's arm. With her head down in a subservient pose, Christine walked out of the auditorium with Raoul. Something, D decided, was extremely odd in this Opera House and she wanted to know just what it was.
