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

Chapter 30

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"Victorie!" Ponine exclaimed, as soon as we left the shop. I was hoping she would drop the subject but she seemed fixed upon scolding me for that one innocent love bite. She truly seemed to not have a life of her own, maybe if that dumb Marius finally noticed her, she would have stopped shouting at me for my special friendship with Courfeyrac. I am nineteen after all, I am entitled to my own life and love affairs. Though, calling the relations with Courfeyrac a love affair seems quite ridiculous. I do not love him. How could I? That would be strange and inappropriate, and simply wrong. I only enjoyed his physical company. Yes, I believe that was it. Nothing more, not since I felt some strange adolescent charm for Enjolras. I could not simply have feelings for two men. Now, could I?

"What is it again?" I asked, pretending that I had no idea what she was talking about, and perhaps hoping that it was going to work.

I was carrying a box in the color of baby blue, which hid my dress inside it. It wasn't the lightest package in its nature, and was definitely an exciting image for the public that was not used to seeing a young noble lady in a creamy muslin dress to be carrying her new clothes. I was getting a lot of confused or scolding looks for the fact that I have not arrived in a carriage, that should carry the burden of my new ballgown and myself. I wished to find myself in the safe corners of my bedroom, however, I still had to walk there. For at least a couple of minutes. I was tired already, and I did not wish to discuss my private life on the busy streets of Paris, where anyone could hear us. And I was almost certain that they would be listening, after all I was making a sight of myself anyways.

I quickened my pace, as did Chetta, who was walking by my side with an annoyed smirk painted on her face, mumbling something under her breath. She might have been annoyed but I knew it for certainty that she would not pester me, nor attack me like Ponine did. The brunette seemed to have been determined to ask about the entirety of my private life and blame me for only God knows what in order to make me feel guilty for some unknown reasons. And I have to say, in my defense, that young Éponine Thénardier was not the most virtuous lady in Paris. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape, and soon Ponine run up to us and without any false politeness attacked me right on the spot.

"You slept with him again?!" She exclaimed in shouting whisper, minding the fact that we were not alone on the streets, for which I was grateful. However, she managed to make my head hurt, for which I was not grateful. I was almost certain that if we found ourselves at an isolated spot, perhaps my bedroom, she would not have stopped herself from bellowing at me in the most terrible manner. She gazed upon me through narrowed eyes, and as she kept looking at me, almost piercing into my scull, I wished to run away. I couldn't. Instead, I decided to deny the renewal of my secret relationship with Courfeyrac.