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

Chapter 29

A.N.: My dear friends! I would like to thank y'all for reading this, I can't believe that I already have 2k views! That is quite exciting!! I do hope you're enjoying the story and I love y'all so much my dear barricade cuties. I hope you're excited for the ball... ;) <as always comments and votes are very appreciated. (Also I am sharing the beautiful song that Fra Fee sang some time ago because I am lowkey obsessed with it, and when I was listening to it last night while writing this chapter I had an epiphany... maybe you will get what kind of epiphany if you listen to it muahahahah)
Love,
Vicky
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I was set to meet Éponine and Musichetta by the church in Saint-Germain at eight in the morning. It was only a twelve minute walk from Saint-Michel, however, I did decide to leave early in order to enjoy the wonderful spring air. I was slowly walking on the cobblestone streets and humming to myself a cheerful melody as I watched the blossoming world around me. Surprisingly, the songbirds did not annoy me anymore, nor the laughing children, not even the courting couples. On the morning of may 7th 1832, I was finally ready to accept that the spring has come, and that I was allowed to feel happy, even with the impending doom of my friends' imminent tragic deaths looming over my head.

No. I shan't think about that matter today.

I shook my head to cast away the negative thoughts. I shan't spoil this lovely day like that. I quickened my pace as I saw my best friends awaiting me in the far distance.

Approaching them, I noticed that they have listened to my advice and dressed themselves in their best morning dresses. Both the blonde and brunette looked stunning, and could easily pass for bourgeois beauties. Musichetta was wearing a simple but elegant cotton plaid dress in different shades of blue, which was beautifully complimenting her blonde curls and caused her hazelnut eyes to pop out. The other girl was dressed in a calico dress, which was a little bit more worn out then that of Musichetta, nevertheless it remained elegant with its dark purple shade decorated by the tiny white flowery embroidery. Both of the ladies had elegant but modest bonnets on their heads, and were gossiping in an excited manner. They stopped once they saw me approach, and smiled at me.

"Good day, my friends," I spoke, smiling at them softly.

"Hello, Victorie" answered Musichetta.

"I'm glad you told us to dress up! If I wore my usual dress and not my Sunday best, people would think I was a gamine compared to yourself!" Éponine exclaimed, not bothering to say hello to me. She was looking at me with her criticizing look.

"Oh stop dramatizing Ponine," Chetta reprimanded her, "We are going ball gown shopping in Saint-Germain after all, we cannot possibly resemble creatures who live on the streets," She pointed out and Ponine sighed.

"Well, if you say so," She mumbled, still looking at me with rather skeptical eyes, "at least you could have dressed up less, Victorie"

"I do apologize Éppie," I laughed, "I simply put on one of my better dresses," I giggled, amused at the brunette's distressed demeanor. I was only wearing a creamy muslin dress with delicate beige embroidery and lace finishing around the low-cut neckline. Truth, it wasn't a dress that I wore often as it wasn't suited for the work at café Musain nor the days at the academy. It was one of the dresses that I kept from the summer two years ago that I have spent at Versailles. And I have to admit that it was one of the more modest ones from that period, the others were rather splendid... After all they were made by the royal dressmaker.

"Yes, and now all of the men will be looking your way, at the same time bothering us on our shopping excursion," she sighed.

"Oh stop it, Ponine, they won't" I rolled my eyes, and she looked at me as if she did not believe me. I sighed, "and even if they do, I shan't gift them even with a single glance." I informed them. They both exchanged meaningful glances but before they said anything I spoke again, "Now can we please continue, I have only nine days left to the ball and I need to make sure that my gown is perfect," I said, and took the girls by they arms, and we started walking towards the alley of the shops.