forced to fall

chapter four

all words/sentences in another language will be translated to english in italics.

i do not speak russian so if anything is improperly translated blame google, not me

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song rec: say yes to heaven by lana del rey

belle woke up the next morning like a kid did on christmas or the morning of a field trip, she was excited.

excited to start lessons today.

excited to meet mr. vasiliev.

excited to get out of the house.

she curled her hair, did her makeup all nice, wore her favorite blouse and nicests jeans, and put her lucky louboutin's on before exiting her bedroom and making her way to viktor's office.

belle didn't even bother knocking, she just walked into viktor's office.

"Привет! ты не можешь просто зайти в мой офис- солнышка? what can i do for you?" viktor spoke, starting off angry but his tone softened as he saw that it was belle who entered his office. hey! you cannot just walk into my office- sunshine?"

"téléphone" belle simply stated as she walked over to his desk where the phone currently sat. phone.

belle quickly dialed her father's number and began speaking the second louis picked up.

"papa! je commence les cours aujourd'hui, je demanderai à seamus d'envoyer une vidéo de moi jouant ce que j'ai étudié aujourd'hui." belle spoke excitedly. daddy! i start lessons today, i'll have seamus send a video of me playing what i studied today.

"bien, je suis content princesse... juste pour que tu saches que j'ai contacté andrei morotov et il a dit qu'il était prêt à parler à viktor de l'annulation du mariage." louis replied. good, i'm glad princess...just so you know i contacted andrei morotov and he said he is willing to talk to viktor about cancelling the wedding.

"d'accord papa, je peux recevoir du courrier donc si tu veux me tenir au courant à ce sujet, envoie des lettres. je sais que le décalage horaire rend difficile la communication par téléphone." okay daddy, i can receive mail so if you would like to keep me updated on that, send letters. i know the time difference makes it a bit difficult for us to communicate over the phone.

"je vais faire ça princesse, mais je devrais te laisser partir. j'ai une réunion anticipée." i'll do that princess, but i should let you go. i've got an early meeting.

"ok, au revoir papa je t'aime." okay, bye daddy i love you.

"je t'aime princesse" i love you princess.

belle basically skipped back towards viktor's desk to set the phone down. the russian was looking at her with amusement in her eyes.

"we'll be leaving in an thirty minutes солнышка, be ready." viktor said, before going back to the paperwork on his desk. sunshine.

belle quickly made her way back to her bedroom, finding mikhail waiting outside the double doors.

"mikhail! can you come with me to the kitchen so i can eat something before we leave for my lesson? i would just like yogurt and berries again." belle said enthusiastically, causing mikhail to look at her funny, but nonetheless told her to follow him.

after her quick meal belle informed mikhail that she would be going to her room to pack her bag and grab her cello.

after entering her room she packed her multiple sheet music folders, her backup strings, her resin, and her ipod and headphones into her marc jacobs tote bag before putting her cello in its portable case and putting it on her back.