"There is a ball at my house tonight, you must come..." Helene drawled.
Helene smirked, putting a well manicured hand on her hip, which was draped in green and black fabric. She looked satisfied with her speech, staring right through a now confused Natasha. She was better than that, though.
"No."
And she walked away and Anatole bothered her still but still she refused and Andrey came home and they got married and they all lived happily ever after.
There.
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The Great Aftermath Of 1812
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING CHAPTER TWO: suicide Each chapter is gonna be a different way Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812 could have ended. no one will see this when it starts because it's not officially on Broadway until this November, but maybe i...
