"Red?" I choke. He wants our wedding color scheme to be red, "Are you sure?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's just, um, well you know... I thought you had gotten over that,"
"Over what? It's an important color to us both,"
How is it important to me? The color of the ribbon holding the medal? "Sure, whatever you want," I smile as his face lights up and hugs me tightly,
"What else? How are you going with your dress?"
"I haven't got anyone to look for it with me," I shrug, "And you're not coming, it's bad luck,"
"What about Cosette?"
"I suppose,"
I consider his option. She's really the only 'friend' I have that would want to come, "Ask her 'Ponine,"
"I will," I nod, "So are they the only things that we haven't covered about the wedding?"
"Yes,"
"It needs to come sooner," I mumble, letting a giggle slip through my throat,
"Why? Can't you wait to be married to me?"
"In all honesty, no," I grin, shaking my head, "But planning it is getting tedious and making me even more excited,"
"Well, the big day will be here before we know it,"
"Yes I know but I still have to wait,"
"Oh don't be so impatient!" He chuckles, kissing my forehead.
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"Thank you," I smile, handing over my coins and pulling the loaf off the counter, knocking someone with my elbow as I do, "Oh, pardon me Monsieur," I squawk as I turn and see a waistcoat. I look up to the owner of the waistcoat, noticing that it's Couferauc, "Couferauc, hi," I smile.
I haven't spoken to him since he dropped off the medal and he doesn't seem the same. Like he is nervous to speak to me or look at me,
"Good morning Eponine! Uhh, sorry," He mutters, ducking past me,
"What's the matter? Why are you avoiding me? I'm not mad at you,"
He turns slowly and looks deep into my eyes, "I thought you would be disgusted at me,"
"Well, neither of us are, I'm happier that you gave it to me now then if you had of kept it any longer," I smile warmly and hope he'll lighten up,
"Well, I am truly sorry I kept it so long, but as long as you're not mad-"
"I'm not mad," I chuckle, cutting him off,
"Good, I might come back with you and catch up with Enjolras,"
"Feel free," I smile, "I'll go back now and tell him you're coming," I nod, walking out.
The walk back to our home seemed quicker than usual, now I have something important to say.
"Enjolras," I call out, closing the door behind me, placing the loaf on the table, "Couferauc is coming over soon,"
"Why?"
"Because I asked him to,"
"So, now we have company for supper?" He complains, slipping his arms around my waist,
"Yes, and you're going to enjoy supper with us, and not complain. Aren't you, Enjolras?"
"I don't have a choice,"
"No, you don't,"
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"This one is perfect Eponine," Cosette smiles, looking at me in my white, silk dress, covering her mouth with her hands in excitement,
"Do you think?"
She nods as I look back into the look-in-glass, pressing my hands flat against my thighs, "Enjolras will love it," She grins, "Do you love it?"
"I do love it, but it's so extravagent-"
"But so id your red and black one,"
"I didn't choose that though, he got it without telling me,"
I do love this dress. It's perfect in every way. The shiny silk fabric that hangs from my waist, resting against the heavy peddicoat under neath, the form fitting bodice, highlighting my waist, the reasonably low neckline, and the sleeves that reach down to my wrists and not to mention all of the floral and lace detail. It's perfect. Out of all of the dresses I've tried, this is the one that stands out the most.
"Please get this one," Cosette murmurs, smiling to me as I sigh,
"Okay, I will. But not for you, but becuase this is the one that stands out the most and the one I feel most beautiful in," I smile as the dressmaker comes in and makes a few adjustments,
"So are you going to buy this one?" She asks, sewing one last detail on,
"Yes," I smile, "This is the one,"
