My Moon: An Enjolras Love Story

touch my soul and teach me love

SÉRAPHINE POV

Because Marius had ensured me that he and the other gentlemen, as well as Éponine, would be joining me for dinner that night, I took his word. I knew he would not promise me such a thing and have me spend my day cooking if he were not positive that the others would be coming, so I immediately went home after my conversation with him. After a short respite, I began to ponder what I would cook for dinner that night. I also began to secretly hope that Enjolras would join; as I had previously feared, Enjolras had stated that they would be too busy working to come to dinner that night. Perhaps this was his way of politely covering up the fact that he was not interested in joining me. Either way, I looked forward to having a nice meal that night with my new friends. Enjolras's presence was simply a hope of mine, not something that would enable or disable the dinner entirely.

I decided on something simple but tasteful for dinner that night. Cooking was always a hobby of mine for a few reasons: not only did I live alone and have little else to spend my time doing, but I also had a very strong love for good food. I have always enjoyed meat, so I decided to make a meat dish. I prepared a beef entrée, cutting it into portioned pieces and placing it on a large plate. In addition, I prepared some green vegetables, a hearty broth, and some buttered breads to go along with the meat. Finally, I gathered a few containers of flavoring and scattered them across the table -- salt, pepper, spices -- so that people could add their choice of seasoning as they would. By the time I had finished my preparation, it was nearly time for the guests to be arriving.

Noticing that it was half past five in the evening, I quietly reached for a book that I was in the middle of reading and digested its pages until I heard the doorbell ring. I expected everyone to arrive at the same time but, to my surprise, Éponine had come first. She was alone.

"Hi, Éponine!" I greeted. "Thank you so much for coming!"

"Thank you for having me!" she proclaimed. "I hope I'm not too early. My father was beginning to get antsy, and I wanted to escape him."

"Say no more," I laughed. "It's okay. Won't you take a seat in the living room before the rest of the guests come?"

"Of course. So, Marius told me something today when he saw me."

"Did he?" I mumbled, a bit embarrassed -- I assumed he had told her I was going to confess how I felt to Enjolras.

My suspicions were confirmed, because Éponine explained, "He said you were going to tell Enjolras that you have feelings for him."

"Well, yes. I am," I admitted.

Éponine grinned mischievously, but her eyes had a strange mix of support and fear in them. This was to be expected -- I had no doubt that she hoped for the best for me, but she also made it apparent that she did not think I would have romantic success with Enjolras.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked. "Just remember what I said before, okay?"

"I will. And I'm sure," I told her. "I want to get it off my chest. I just hate not speaking my feelings to others. The consequences are not as important to me as the fact that I'll be telling him how I feel."

Shaking her head good-humoredly, Éponine mused, "You're a strange one, Séraphine Beaulieu."

"I'm aware, thank you," I joked back.

Right as we began to change the topic of conversation, I heard the doorbell ring once again. This time, I was almost certain that the nine men would be coming together. Again, I was correct. All of the gentlemen were at my door, and I showed them all in.

Greeting everyone one by one and trying to speak over their already-loud chatter, I noticed two things in particular. The first thing I noticed was the man who was walking alongside Marius. He was a man I had never seen before, and I wondered who he was. Simply, he introduced himself as Feuilly. Marius told me that he was a friend of theirs who did not attend school with them. He apologized for not telling me of Feuilly's company in advance and expressed his concern that I had not prepared enough food. I was a bit frustrated with the lack of foresight regarding this unknown guest, but I nonetheless accepted Feuilly into my house and became excited to get to know him. The second thing I noticed was that Enjolras had, indeed, showed up.