(Disclaimer: I do not own A Monster In Paris; just my OC.)
(Authors Note: Hello again dear readers and fellow writers! Thank you for taking the time to read this story of mine. I hope you're enjoying it so far because I've got plenty of inspiration for it :) Feel free to leave a comment (no hate please) and enjoy! Until next time, happy reading!)
Chapter 3
"Oh my stars, Maddie, you're finally here," Carlotta rushed over to greet the young woman as she stepped into the cabaret with Lucille and Raoul. "Goodness me, look at you! You're as radiant as the sun and just as lovely."
"Thank you Auntie," she shyly blushed before noticing the impressively tall figure standing nearby. "Oh, you must be Monsieur Francœur," she reached out her slender hand and politely shook his gloved one(s). "Lucille has told me all about you in her letters: she says you have such a beautiful voice and that you play the guitar so effortlessly."
Her comments caused the giant flea to blush as he looked upon the lovely young woman. Seeing her now in person, she was as beautiful as her picture; if not more so. His yellow-red eyes were immediately drawn to her bright sapphire ones: they were like two pools, shimmering in the warm cabaret lighting. Upon noticing the lace mask across the left side of her face, Francœur tilted his head and emitted a curious chirp.
Knowing he was inquiring about her mask, Madeleine bashfully smiled up at him, "I wear this to hide what lies beneath it. I have some rather nasty scars along the left side of my face as a result of an accident, and while they're not exactly pretty to look at, I'd rather cover them up than have people stare at me in disgust or fear."
Francœur emitted a knowing sigh as he too understood the struggles of fitting into society. While the clothes and mask he wore helped, he still couldn't quite communicate with people unless it was through song or on paper. He was just glad Lucille taught him how to read and write shortly after she took him in off the streets. Of course, he could read a little at the time but not to the extent he knew now.
"Well, now that you've been introduced to each other, why don't we get you settled in. We'll put your things in the spare dressing room and then afterwards I'll fix us all some tea," Carlotta stated as she led her niece towards the living quarters of the cabaret while Francœur offered to carry her trunk and suitcase while she kept a hold of her violin case.
"Oh, thank you Monsieur Francœur," Madeleine politely curtsied, to which he smiled and gave her a bow of his head.
