"He's a part of the problem, part of the reason why France is falling and no one seems to even notice to help her up!"
Lissette Pontmercy has been stripped of who she is but not in the way you think. In the midst of changes she does her best to stay...
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They had found a couple of everyday dresses that fit both styles and found an evening dress as well. As they loaded the dresses into the carriage, Lizzie asked. "Do you think the shopkeep hates me?"
Marius chuckled. "No, he doesn't hate you. You are a breath of fresh air."
Lizzie turned to look at her cousin. "He said that?"
Marius nodded. "Now into the carriage with your grandfather is bound to be wondering where we are."
On the ride home Lizzie explained to Marius all that had happened. He reached over and gave her a hand a reassuring squeeze. "You did the right thing, Lizzie. You deserve to be happy. After all you would wind up being the wife always gossiped about. 'That's the crazy one. I can't believe he can't set her straight. I hear he's in denial that she has hysteria'." He mocked, whispering in a high voice.
Lizzie laughed, playfully shoving at his shoulder. "You are awful."
"You know it would happen." He continued to tease.
She let out a dramatic sigh. "Yeah you're probably right."
As the two were walking up the stairs to their rooms after dinner, Lizzie looked over at Marius. "You may not know the answer, but does Grantaire fancy me?"
Marius stopped in his tracks and looked up at Lizzie, who turned around when she noticed he hadn't followed her the rest of the way up. "Why do you ask?"
Lizzie shrugged. "It was just how we acted today."
Marius climbed the last few steps and met her in the hallway. "Do you fancy him back?"
She thought about it. Did she have a fancy for anyone? A flash of red and blonde curls came across her mind's eye. With that as her answer, she shook her head. "No I don't fancy him back. He is a very dear friend though."
Marius nodded. He knew the answer to his own question before he even asked it. He knew that the care Lizzie showed Grantaire was that of a sister caring for her brother. She was always worried about him and made sure he made it home safely. He also knew that while Grantaire thought he loved her like one would love a lover, it was just familial love. The roles seemed to have reversed after Lizzie had to move away from her mother. It was Grantaire who was always trying to get Lizzie to smile and laugh. "Then I think you should tell him how you really feel." Marius replied.
The next day everyone gathered at the Cafe Musain. As Marius and Lizzie reached the top of the stairs that lead to the room les amis usually took over, Marius nudged Lizzie towards where Grantaire was sitting. Lizzie waved him off. "All right, all right, I'm going." Marius walked over to where Courfeyrac and Enjolras were seated while Lizzie took a seat across from Grantaire.
