Hey guys sorry it took forever to update I was in New York on vacation. I saw Phantom, It was great!

Anyway, I don't know if i like the chapter but it was fun to write. I've been sort of angry at some stuff and you can sort of tell at the end. so ya, here's the next chappie!

Chapter 14 "Come Clean"

The sound of frenzy chatting filled Lizzie's ears as she walked into a large dress shop called "The Rouge Ruban". The store was filled with the latest fashions for the wealthy, upper-class, women.

A well dressed man smiled at her from behind a counter, along with a few women as she passed by them. Lizzie graciously returned the gesture. She walked over to a mannequin wearing a light purple dress. It had a large bow in the front, that was slightly lighter then the rest of the outfit. Normally Lizzie would have bought the dress almost instinctively, but now the dress would just be a reminder of how dull and boring her life was. She moved on to the next dress. It was deep blue, and a little less modest and was not what most women would call politically correct. But never the less Lizzie had loved the dress and bought it.

She walked out if the shop and continued down the street. The sun was directly above her so she guessed it was about noon. Her father had told her to be home from shopping around two o'clock, so she had plenty of time.

She continued down the crowded streets of Paris, looking for a store that seemed some what interesting. She stopped in front of a small shop, with a sign that read:

Madame Magia

Fortunes

And Palm Reading

And for some reason or another Lizzie stepped inside the shabby structure. The inside of the building was quite strange compared to the rest of Paris. Every window covered with a dark bandana or blanket, Beads hanging over the threshold to each room.

"Come in here deary." An older women said from inside a room opposite to Lizzie. She did as was she was told and walked in the direction of the voice.

An older women smiled at her as she stepped inside. The women's silver hair accented her olive skin and dark eyes perfectly, but this women was far from being remotely beautiful. Time had definitely taken a toll on her bones and skin, because she looked so frail and her skin formed into many wrinkles as she moved.

Lizzie sat down in a velvet chair across from the women, and said:

"You must be Madame Magia."

"I am. And who are you?"

"Lizzie." She said simply.

"Well Lizzie what would you like to know?"

"My future."

"Am I to guess that there is a problem you need help handling?"

"Yes." Madame nodded and leaned towards her crystal ball.

"I see two men, who both adore you. One handsome, the other….not so much. Am I correct so far?" Lizzie nodded.

"If you spend your life with the handsome one, you will always be taken care of. You will lead a life of rich parties and lavish gowns. But if the ugly is whom you chose there will never be a dull moment, you will have passion and danger. But most of all a Love that will never end."

"Wow, you are very good."

"So I've been told."

"I'm sorry but I should go." She laid three francs on the table then exited out Madame Magia's.

But she could even get fully out the door before she was stopped by Fredrick's voice.

"Good afternoon love…Why were you in that witch's shack." He said in a less happy tone.

"Just for fun. How are you?" She said as she began to walk down the side walk.

"Quite well." He said as he caught up with her. "And you?"

"Fine." They walked a few feet in silence, until Fredrick grabbed the dress from her hands. He saw how low the neck line was and his eyes grew wide.

"Lizzie you can't actually be considering wearing this in public can you?"

"No Fredrick I'm not considering it, I have already made up my mind. I am wearing it, and yes it will be in public." She said.

"Lizzie do you know what people would say?"

"I don't care what other people think about me Fredrick. We all die and turn to dust anyway, what does it matter what people thought of you?"

"Well because Lizzie, there are only a single type of people who wear things like that." Lizzie stopped and turned on her heel to face him.

"Oh really and what type of people is that?"

"Those whores at the Moulin Rouge!" Her eyes blazed with fury as she continued down the streets at a faster pace.

"No Lizzie that's not what I meant."

"No Fredrick what you meant to say was that if I wear this dress then people will talk not only about me but about you. And you just can't bare to be different. You are stuck in this stupid world of class and money. That's all you care about. Who cares if the homeless die on the streets just so long as you don't have to look at them when you go the café for dinner!" Lizzie had finally, well burst. She had lived in the life of politics, tea times, and propriety to long. Fredrick had just been the unlucky one to make her mad.

By this time Lizzie had made a scene. Women and Men circled around the in shock and horror. Women just did not 1) Talk louder than a whisper and 2) Refuse the man utmost respect.

Fredrick began to reply but she stopped him by saying:

"Excuse me Fredrick. My father will be expecting me home." She tuned in the direction of her carriage and hopped inside. The driver flicked his reins and the horses trotted down the street.

Come Clean

Hilary Duff

Let's go back
Back to the beginning
Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned

'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle
Was no life
I defy

Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

I'm shedding
Shedding every color
Trying to find a pigment of truth
Beneath my skin

'Cause different
Doesn't feel so different
And going out is better
Then always staying in
Feel the wind

I'm coming clean
Let the rain fall
Let the rain fall
I'm coming...

Let's go back
Back to the beginning

Oh and just so you know the dress isnt extremly...whore-like. For example Satine's red dress in Moulin Rouge. It's not horrible it's just sexy and low cut. That's sort of how I imagined Lizzie's dress. Not exactly politically correct...