Hugo
Today is Valentines day
I carefully put Miss Eclairs make-up on her, "are you sure you should be wearing make-up?"
"Of course."
"I'll be going now," she told me after I finished.
As I polished statues I worriedly wondered why Miss Eclair wanted to wear make-up all of a sudden. Was it a boy? I hoped she wouldn't be crushed.
She came home, and I hurried over, I looked at her face but I couldn't read her expression.
"Hello, Miss Eclair. How was school?"
"Hugo told me I was ugly,' she said, emotionless, but I saw a single tear rolling down her cheek, smearing her mascara.
I was surprised, who was Hugo? And how cold anyone look into those radiant eyes and truthfully say that he thought Eclair was ugly?
But I didn't ask any of those questions, instead I pulled her into a hug, "oh, Miss Eclair, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," she pulled away quickly, 'will you tell me the fairytale?"
By fairytale, she meant my story, "well once upon a time, not too long ago or far away...
