Ballet Shoes, Angel's Hair and Revolution (A Les Misérables fanfiction)

Chapter 6

The audience was applauding louder than ever before, I couldn't believe that they loved it so much. I don't think I've heard many outraged shouts. The only cries I've heard where the shouts of admiration. I believe that people were too mesmerized by our performance to care about our inappropriate costumes... We even received a standing ovation, and madame LeBlanc told us that we did well. It was very unusual to hear her complimenting the company after a performance so this must have meant we actually did perform really well!

All of the cast wanted to celebrate together by going to some kind of tavern, but I came back to the dressing rooms faster than others before they noticed that I didn't plan to join them. I changed back to my evening dress which was prettier than my morning one but still not extravagant. It was made of delicate powdered blue muslin. I wiped away my makeup and let down my hair. I put on my pelisse and grabbed my bonnet in my hand. I would not be putting it on, I wanted to feel the wind in my hair. I smiled to my reflection and run out of the theater to meet the only one person I wanted to see right now.

When I stepped through the stage door, a gust of chilly April-night wind run down my spine. The night was dark and probably would have been quiet if not for the sound of carriages that were picking up spectators. I started rocking on the hills of my slippers, growing a little impatient. I was looking around but I couldn't see any familiar faces. The bourgeoisie was laughing and talking while waiting for their rides. They were acting like wild animals, causing disgust to grow inside me, thanks to their peasant-like behavior. And to think that they thought of themselves as better than us... Fortunately none of them recognized me as the girl from the ballet. If they did, they wouldn't let me be, and I didn't wish to be disturbed...

Suddenly, a modest looking carriage stopped in front of me, and its door opened, revealing a beautiful, smiling face. I run towards it, and climbing inside, I embraced the person who stretched out her arms to greet me.

"It has been such a long time!" I exclaimed, feeling her lovely smell filling my nostrils. The sweet scent of oranges and daffodils made me feel as if I was home again.

"I know! Oh God, I missed you so much!" She cried in my ear.

When we finally stopped hugging, I sat down and closed the door, so that the carriage could keep rolling on the streets of Paris. I moved away from the girl to take a careful look at her. She was sitting right there, next to me, and I couldn't believe that she was real. She was dressed in a beautiful evening gown, made from satin in the color of poppies. Her blonde hair was falling on her arms in perfect curls, and her smile was more beautiful than ever. She was the definition of Parisian beauty, a true pearl in the sea of mediocre amber. She was the one woman all men would die for. She was perfection, and I had the privilege of calling her my sister.

"Oh Louise, you've changed!" I noticed, "and as usual you look more beautiful than before!" I could see that I was making her blush.

"Please, Victorie I am not that beautiful" she looked down, as if trying to hide her embarrassment,

"I believe that Leopold thinks otherwise" I winked at her.

"Can we please not mention him tonight?" She asked almost coldly, and I looked at her with worried eyes. Something must have changes since the last time we spoke about him.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, Victorie. I just don't want to waste time on talking about him" she faked her smile, taking my hands in hers. She squeezed my palms as if to reassure me that everything was fine. I could see that something was really wrong, she could never lie to me, I knew her too well.

"You're not wasting time, Lou, you need to spill the bins, you will feel better" I encouraged her, smiling delicately.

"I didn't want to start our reunion with bad news" she whispered.