A.N: Sorry it's so short, I guess it's kind of a filler, but it does introduce a new character. It's my B-day on Sunday, PLEASE REVIEW! It'll be my b-day present! Laughs anyhow, enjoy! (and review!)
Ch. 7: A Brief Interlude
Christine was walking down the hallway with her #1 groupie Bethany, elaborating on how and why she despised Giselle, the newest addition to the ballet corps, so much.
"Honestly, if she thinks she can just waltz around showing off and boasting about how well she can dance! She's got something coming to her, that's what! Wouldn't you agree Bethany?" questioned Christine.
"Christine, of course I agree! How couldn't I? You're always right! In all the time I've known you (all of two days) I haven't heard you make a mistake even once! Tell me Christine, I beg of you! How did you become so perfect, so beautiful? Please, tell me!" she begged desperately. "I'll do anything you want!" Christine sighed.
"How many times do I have to tell you Bethany? As beautiful as I am (the Authoress snorts), it isn't beauty that counts, it's the inside! However if you would like, I could give you a few guidelines…" She was rudely interrupted as someone knocked her off her feet.
"Excuse me monsieur! Just who do you think you are!" retorted Christine angrily. Bethany helped a flustered Christine off the floor as the man started to stutter his apologies.
"Mlle., pppppppplease let me convey my most sincere apologies, I had absolutely no idea… I didn't see you… I must have missed you on my way…you see I was in a rush too…"
"Yes, yes!" she cut him off sharply. "Just carry on about you business and next time watch where you're going!" he nodded weakly and ran off. Christine turned and saw Bethany staring at her in shock and horror. The pampered singer straightened her skirts.
"What?" she asked, feeling slightly annoyed at the ignorant girls stares.
"Christine, do you know who that was?" asked the servant girl.
"No, who?" asked Christine sarcastically.
"That was, that was Lord…Lord Rob… Lord Robert Mahlum!" Christine looked at her companion with a blank stare on her face. "You know! Sir Lord Robert of England!" another blank stare. Bethany sighed dramatically. "Madam, he is the closest friend and confidante of the Viscount… you're," she leaned in closer and whispered in Christine's ear, "betrothed!"
Christine paled significantly. "Closest?" she asked shakily.
"Yes! Everyone knows about him… but apparently you don't…." commented Bethany sympathetically. Christine put a hand up on the wall, leaning against it for support. "Well don't worry Christine," said Bethany, patting Christine on the back comfortingly. "You'll see him again soon! After all, he did come to France with the intention to meet his best friend's fiancée!" Christine spun around quickly.
"Especially to see me?" she asked nervously. Bethany nodded in confirmation.
"At least, that was what I was told…" added the servant girl.
"Bethany! Make haste, I have to get ready as soon as possible! I've got to be ready to apologize when I next meet him! Oh, I'm going to be so embarrassed!" With a look of worry and anxiety Christine rushed off to her dressing room to get changed, leaving Bethany alone with an evil smirk on her face.
