Victor

Today is Valentines day

"I'll give Victor this painting, it's Monet, I'm sure he can appreciate it's value, unlike those commoners at my old school."

"But, Miss Eclair, I'm a commoner and I think it's beautiful."

"You're special," she told me with a smile, more bitter, more worn down than it had been last year before Jacques broke her heart, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"I'll be going now," she told me.

I cooked and cleaned while imagining Eclair coming home with joy in those beautiful blue eyes of hers and a smile on her face. She hadn't smiled much since her mother sent her to that horrible private school.

She came home and I rushed to greet her, for once her mother wasn't home. Miss Eclair wasn't crying, but there was a deep sadness in her eyes.

"He said that paintings don't impress him much, he's got millions at home," she told me when she saw the question in my eyes.

"Oh Miss Eclair, I'm so sorry," I said, pulling her into my arms.

"Maybe there's something wrong with me. Maybe I'm impossible to love," she said, silent tears sliding down her face.

"Miss Eclair, that's not true," I began.

"Yes it is," she interrupted, "no one loves me, not even my own mother. You know it's true, you know she only wants me so I can marry someone and join the Tonerres with some other rich family."

She was right. I wanted to tell her that I love her, but it was not my place. She was an heiress, I was just a maid.

I hugged her instead, and told her that her luck would change, someday she'll meet an angel, who would do anything to make her happy. Just like my dear Tamaki-

"Who's Tamaki?" she asked.

So I told her about my son; my wonderful piano playing angel. I told her about how Tamaki's grandmother stole his father from us. I told her about our money problems. I told her about how Tamaki's grandmother eventually stole Tamaki too. She had told him she'd get me a job if he left me to live with his father. I told her about coming to work here.

"That sounds like a fairytale," she whispered dreamily.

"Except it doesn't have a happy ending."

"No," she disagreed, "it's just not over yet.