A Promise

Chapter Fourteen

        "Did you know there was a trap door in the Cafe Musain?" I asked Musichetta as we made our way to the fabric store.

        "No," 'Chetta replied. "I don't think anyone knew about it except for Enjolras. That man is full of surprises!"

        "He is," I agreed.

        "Before we get the fabric for your dresses, do you mind if I try on something first?" Musichetta asked. "I'd like to show you the wedding dress I am hoping to wear."

        "I'd love to!" I said happily. We made our way to the store.

        "Look, there's Lesgle," Musichetta said, pointing to a man across the street, buying apples from a street vendor. I recognized him as one of Les Amis. She waved him over.

        "Bonjour, 'Chetta. Bonjour, Mademoiselle Eponine," Lesgle said.

        "Bonjour, Monsieur Lesgle," I replied. "And there's no need to call me 'Mademoiselle." Just 'Eponine' will do."

        "In that case, you may call me Bossuet," Lesgle replied. "It's my nickname."

        "Bossuet, would you like to accompany Eponine and me to the store?" Musichetta asked. "I would love to have a your opinion on my dress. I want to know if you think Joly will like it."

        Bossuet smiled at her. There was something bittersweet about that smile. "I would love to, 'Chetta," he replied.

        "Thank you!" 'Chetta replied with a gracious smile. Bossuet offered her his arm and together, the three of us walked to the shop.

        "Bossuet, Joly, and I are childhood best friends," Musichetta explained to me as we walked. "Bossuet is going to be Joly's best man at the wedding."

        "Is that so?" I said, looking at Bossuet with interest. I noticed that he had not taken his eyes off of Musichetta this entire time. He seemed to adore her every move.

        "Ah, here is the shop," 'Chetta said. Bossuet opened the door for us. "After you, mademoiselles."

        A young, plump woman rushed over to us as we walked inside. "Welcome, 'Chetta," she said, giving Musichetta a warm embrace. "Are you here to try on your dress?"

        "Yes, Madame Bellerose," 'Chetta replied. "Madame, these are my friends, Eponine and Bossuet. They are going to give their opinion on my dress."

        "Welcome," Madame Bellerose said.

        "Eponine is also going to buy some fabric to make dresses for herself," Musichetta explained. "Oh, and we'll want to get her one pre-made dress to wear while her other ones are being made."

        "Of course!" Madame Bellerose said. "Eponine, dear, you can look at the fabric while I help 'Chetta get dressed."

        "Thank you," I said, walking over to the display of fabric. I touched the material, and my jaw dropped. I had never felt any material so soft. All my clothes were rough and itchy, but this material felt like I was touching a light, fluffy cloud.

        "Which material should I get?" I asked Bossuet.

        "Well, I don't know much about fashion, but I do like that dark green one," Bossuet replied. I noticed that the green was the exact same color as Musichetta's eyes.

        "Bossuet?" I asked hesitantly.

        "Yes?"

        "Do you... um... like Musichetta?" I inquired.