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Chapter 4 "Sixteen going on Seventeen"

Lizzie sat in her room, staring at herself in the vanity mirror, while Clara, brushed her hair. She once again fiddled with the hem of her dark blue silk dress. She was getting ready to go with Fredrick to a restaurant called L'AMBASSADE D'AUVERGNE. It was an expensive place on the outskirts of Paris.

Clara pinned Lizzie's hair into a half pony tail, and a few stray curls fell elegantly on her bare shoulders.

"Thank You." Lizzie said as Clara pinned a diamond necklace around Lizzie's neck. Clara nodded in return to Lizzie's appreciation. Lizzie slipped on some shoes then left her room. As the two women separated Clara said:

"Have a good night mademoiselle."

"Thank You Clara." The two smiled at each other before Lizzie went down the stairs.

"Lizzie you look absolutely spectacular!" Fredrick said as soon as he laid eyes on her.

"Thank You." she said in return. She could actually believe him now. It had only been a day and the bruise had faded a little and Clara helped her put some make-up on it also, so it was less noticeable. "How long have you been waiting? I hope not to long, I did not mean to keep you."

"No, no dear I had just arrived." Lizzie smiled, and Fredrick offered his arm to her. "Shall We?"

"Yes." The happy couple walked out the door and to the beautiful white open carriage. Fredrick helped her inside, before following within also. Once he shut the door, the driver brought the horses to a trot, with another simple flick of his reins the horses moved into a canter.

"Have you had a good day today Love?" Fredrick asked as he grabbed her left hand.

"Yes, but rather boring."

"Well I hope I can improve your dull day."

"I have no doubt in my mind that you will." The two smiled.

"I do try. But here I have something for you." He pulled a small box out of his pocket, and opened it to reveal to Lizzie what the velvet container held. Inside was a large but simple amethyst ring. Lizzie gasped.

"My dear Lizzie… here is the ring I promised to wed you with. Will you do me the honor of wearing it?"

"Oh Fredrick yes." He slipped the ring on her finger and she said "Goodness it is huge! It must have cost a fortune."

"You are worth more then money can buy." She smiled as she slid closer to him. The jewel sparkled in the moonlight, and made her pale hand look beautiful.

The night was crisp and clear. It was perfect, you could see every star in the sky. They looked like little diamonds that had been put there by the gods. Just to let us mortals see just a glimpse of heavens beauty.

'I wonder what Erik is doing at this very moment.' The thought had crept into Lizzie's mind with out warning, and had startled her a little. 'Why do you care? He loved your mother not you! Lizzie your so selfish, you have an incredible man falling head over heels for you and here you are thinking of another.' Lizzie's face had turned into a slight frown and Fredrick asked:

"Lizzie is something troubling you?"

"No… no I was just thinking."

"About What?" Lizzie did not want to answer and luckily she did not have to. They pulled right up to the restaurant just as she was going to open her mouth .

Fredrick jumped out of the carriage, to help Lizzie also. Then the two walked inside the highly varnished bistro.

Once they stepped inside, they were immediately taken to a table. They sat down and the waiter poured some red wine in each of their glasses, just before turning to leave.

"What would you like my dear?" Fredrick asked.

"hhhhmmm… I don't know, I have not eaten here since I was a little girl."

"Well the Soufflé au Fromage rsoufrom.htm is incredible."

"That sounds lovely, I think I will have that." Lizzie said putting her menu in front of her. She took a sip of her wine, it was rather bitter but she did not say anything about it.

While she waited for Fredrick to order she observed the people sitting around her.

She saw a young women with beautiful long blonde hair and a man with red hair. They were walking in with a young girl she thought to be their daughter. She had strawberry blonde hair, and did not seemed that enthused about the whole affair, of going to eat at a restaurant. Fredrick interrupted her thought by saying:

"Are you ready to order?"

"Oh, yes." Fredrick flagged down the waiter. The young waiter walked over to them.

"Are you ready?" Fredrick nodded then said:

"She would like the Soufflé au Fromage rsoufrom.htm and I want Gratinée de Coquilles St Jacques rgratjac.htm ."

"Alright sir, we will be right out with your food." The waiter turned and disappeared through a door.

"Are you enjoying your self?" Fredrick asked.

"Yes, It is a very attractive place."

"Yes it is." There was an awkward silence, but after a few moments Lizzie asked:

"So what have you been up to today?"

"Oh nothing really, helping my father with work issues."

"That sounds exciting." Lizzie said sarcastically. Fredrick smiled then said:

"Oh yes it was." Fredrick said teasingly. Before they could continue their conversation, the waiter walked over to their table and presented their food. Lizzie stuck her fork into the steamy food and slowly put it her mouth.

"Good?" Fredrick asked.

"Wonderful." She said smiling. The two finished their food in silence, and when they were done Fredrick paid and they left the café. He helped her into the carriage once again and they were off.

It had gotten quite a bit colder and Lizzie's clock was not successfully keeping her warm. Once Fredrick noticed her shiver, he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She smiled gratefully. She could feel his heart beating just underneath her hand. It was steady and relaxed, just like his personality. He was always comfortable around people. Nothing seemed to budge him from his calm state. Well that was until he thought he had lost Lizzie in Opera house. He cared about her so much. Lizzie often wondered why she did not love him. She tried to so hard but she could not force herself into love. No doubt she would marry him, but the thought of having his children scared her a little. She kept telling herself that in time she would love him and want to marry him, she hoped she would find those feelings for him before it was to late.

The carriage stopped abruptly, and Fredrick helped her out. He walked her up to her door, and said:

"Good Night Lizzie, Sleep well."

"You also." He kissed her left hand then turned on his heel towards the carriage. Lizzie opened the front door to her home and walked in. Before she went upstairs, she noticed there was a light on in the study. She walked towards the door and peeked inside. Her father was asleep in his chair, a book was resting on his chest. Lizzie grinned then went towards Raoul.

She picked up the book from his hand and sat it on the desk. She touched his hand and said softly:

"Papa?" His eyes fluttered open and he said:

"Oh Lizzie. Did you just get home?" She nodded. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes it was alright. Now come you must get to bed, a chair is not a proper way to get a good nights sleep." She helped him from the chair then they walked up the stairs. They parted to go into their separate rooms.

"Good Night Lizzie."

"Good Night." Both doors closed.

Lizzie went behind her dressing wall and changed into her cotton night gown. She then sat down at her vanity, and took out the pins from her hair. She quickly brushed her hair then walked over to her bed. She got underneath the blankets, turned down the gas light and fell into a deep sleep.

Sixteen going on Seventeen

Rolf:
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, little girl, is an empty page
That men will want to write on

You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware, be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink

You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and rogues and cads
Will offer you food and wine

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken

You need someone older an wiser
Telling you what to do
I am seventeen going on eighteen
I'll take care of you

Liesl:
I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe

I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those

Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken

I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are seventeen going on eighteen
I'll depend on you