I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was from the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
"Hello? Qui est la'?"(who are you?)
My dark brown tresses kissed the fabric of my thin nightdress, as I tred toward the sound. Cold floorboards met my bare feet, causing me to rush to it faster. I was anticipating something terrific, like a scene from one of my romance books. Instead I was met with a single red rose...
I heard a man with a hollow voice, and no emotion whisper"Suivez-moi, Mon ange(Follow me, my angel)" I swallowed my trepidation and instead raised my anticipation, to follow the man who called me Mon Ange.
