A/N: Ahh I wrote this chapter extremely quick so I apologize if it's rough. Thank you for reading, please continue to review! I received some interesting opinions after the last chapter.

Enjolras sighed as they entered the huge room. It was everything that he had expected Marius and Cosette's wedding to be. The hall was filled with rows upon rows of chairs for the hundreds of guests expected to attend and flowers and draped fabric appeared to be hanging from every available space. He glanced over at Éponine to see her staring, wide-eyed, around the room. "I've never seen anything so…" she waved her arms around as she searched for the right word," elaborate." Feeling so in awe of her surroundings, it shocked her to see the Enjolras seemed almost bored by all the extravagance. "This is incredible, why do you look so unimpressed?" she asked him.

"There is little difference between this and all the weddings I was made to attend growing up," he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. He was wearing a very expensive suit that Éponine did not even know he owned and had his curls loosely combed back out of his face. Was he ever a sight. When Éponine first saw him all done up, her jaw dropped to the floor. Enjolras was one of those people who could make a potato sack look good, so him dressed to the nines could put most of the women here to shame in terms of sheer beauty. In fact, Éponine could feel the eyes of envious –and most likely confused- women following them as they moved to their seats. Even in the decadent dress she wore now, she would never quite match Enjolras. Whether it was the way she moved or any number of her other improper mannerisms, she just didn't quite fit in.

"Well I think it's all stunning," Éponine told him, still gazing around, awestruck by the whole affair. Her excessive fascination with each little detail was also giving her away –the others, for the most part, looked unimpressed like Enjolras, as if this was something they saw everyday. Of course there were gatherings of women discussing clothes and décor, but none as stunned as Éponine.

A servant informed the hordes of guests that the procession was about to begin and it was time to take their seats. Once everyone was in place, an organ began to play as Marius entered from the back of the room, walking with his elderly grandfather to the altar where the minister stood in his robes. People waited with baited breath as a two tiny blonde flower girls walked down the aisle in full pink dresses, tossing handfuls of rose petals as they went. Suddenly, everybody rose out of their seats and turned expectantly towards the door. Cosette entered at last on her father's arm. Her dress was made of intricate white lace and it was like nothing Éponine had ever seen before, even in the windows of shop fronts. Cosette was beaming from ear to ear and looked incredibly happy and radiant.

Éponine turned to look back up the aisle where Marius waited for his beautiful bride. The look of sheer joy on his face made her eyes prick with tears. He seemed entirely rapt with Cosette's glowing beauty. She found herself feeling unexpectedly overcome with jealousy. She knew that Enjolras loved her, but he had never looked at her the way Marius was watching Cosette in the moment. She wanted her own moment to walk down the aisle in a beautiful dress and take his breath away. Her thoughts raced ahead to her and Enjolras' own wedding.

Cosette's father kissed her rosy cheek and placed her hand in Marius' before taking his seat. The couple repeated after the minister, each saying their vows in turn. Both of them started crying almost immediately and normally Éponine might have laughed at Marius for being so emotional, but there was nothing laughable about the obvious love shared between the two of them as they sealed their union with a kiss. They broke apart with flushed cheeks and comically large smiles and the entire crowd burst into applause. The pair joined hands and walked back down the aisle and out the large wooden doors. Guests followed shortly after them, filing out of the massive room and out into the front courtyard to wait for the reception to begin.

Enjolras squinted against the sun and looked back expecting to see Éponine right behind him, but she was nowhere in sight. "Grantaire!" he yelled at the man who stood several feet away. "Did you see where Éponine went?"

Grantaire shook his head, his eyebrows pulling together with concern. "She must have gotten lost in the crowd."

"Right," Enjolras replied vaguely, his eyes scanning the crowds of people milling about on the grass, holding fancy drinks and parasols.


Éponine followed Enjolras as he weaved through the thick crowd and out the grand front doors of the Gillenormand manor when a hand suddenly gripped her arm and pulled her down a side corridor. She spun around to see Thénardier leering at her. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked him, her voice shaking with fear despite her best efforts to seem strong and brave in front of her abusive father.

"Why I'm 'ere to 'ave a little chat with you m'dear," he sneered. "Good on ya getting' engaged to a righ boy, 'Ponine."

"You're not getting a single sou of his money," she spat angrily, spinning on her heal to leave.

Thénadier grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the wall, knocking the wind out of her. "You'll get me exactly wha' I ask for or I'll take it from yer pretty boy m'self."

"Don't come near me or Enjolras or anyone else I love ever again," Éponine growled, wriggling out of her father's grip and dashing out of the corridor and back into the crowd before her father could catch up. Angry tears flooded down her face and she dabbed at them daintily, pretending to still be deeply touched by the emotional ceremony rather than scared for her life.

She found Enjolras looking frantic outside in the courtyard. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, breathing a sigh of relief. "What happened to you?" he asked. "I thought you were right behind me, but when I got outside you were gone."

For a moment, Éponine debated lying to him, telling him that she had to use the washroom rather than tell him that her father wanted money from him. She was ashamed to admit the truth, but decided it was probably best to tell him –to warn him her father was after them. "My father is here," she nearly whispered.

"What did he want? Did he hurt you? Where is he? I'll kill him," he blitzed through questions faster than she could answer them.

"I'm fine, but Enjolras- h-he," she swallowed hard, "he found out we are to be married. He knows your family is wealthy. He wants money. I- I'm so sorry, I told him he would never get a single franc, but I know my father and he has ways of getting what he wants. He's a greedy bastard; he's willing to do anything. And he's got his group of thugs and god, Enjolras, I'm so sorry." She sniffled, trying to stop the tears from falling again. She felt to guilty for whom her father was.

Enjolras pulled her back against his chest. "Shhh Éponine. Do not worry about it now, I won't let him hurt you." He suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilt ridden that he kept the letter from his mother informing him of Thénardier's contact a secret. He already knew that her father was after their money and now she was apologizing for his actions.

"I don't want to put you or your family in danger," she murmured.

"I'll take care of it."

A/N: Unfortunately, I don't know how soon I can promise another update as I'm moving into my dorm tomorrow, but I promise to do it as quickly as I can! PLEASE REVIEW!