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

Chapter 50

Hi my loves,
Spring break means a wee bit more time for myself and a wee bit more time for you my dears! I've been suffering with writer's block but hopefully it will all go away soon, meanwhile I hope you enjoy this baby! And as always let me know what u think in comments, help me get through my writer's block!
Xoxo
Wiki
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The champagne was bitter.

I have never realized that before, but it was true. The champagne has always been so utterly bitter. I contorted with disgust, but I kept on drinking. I could not stop drinking.
The magic of the potent liquid was calming me down, glass after glass. It was the only thing allowing me to survive that crazy night; to survive the fact that I have just sealed my fate, to survive the fact that my consent to marriage has been a horrible, horrible lie.

I felt my hands shaking a little, but no one seemed to notice, no one seemed to care. Thank goodness for that...

It was well past midnight, but the party kept going as if no one was tired, the music got louder, the dances grander and the gossips more exciting.

I was glancing around the ballroom nervously, now that the masks were taken off, i could be recognized so easily. Fortunately for me, everyone seemed to be too preoccupied by getting drunk. It was pure lunacy.

"My love, would you care for more champagne?" I heard Enjolras' whisper into my ear so suddenly that I jumped, torn out of my thoughts.

I gazed upon him, and I noticed that he stared at me with admiration, as if he were completely mesmerized by my looks, even as if nothing else ever existed. I smiled a little, having troubles believing that he actually cared for me so much.

"Have you really chose me over the revolution?" I asked, staring into his blue eyes.

"Do I look like I am invested in anything else but you?"

"No"

he kissed me.

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"I think you can skip the cheesy parts" spat the queen interrupting my story.

I looked at her with disdain, grinding my teeth, why on earth was she so impatient?

"I have to tell you the entire story," I muttered through my teeth stubbornly, "or you'll never understand."

For a second, the queen and I exchanged fiery looks, and I could feel how much she had hated me. Well, the feeling was mutual; every fiber of my body despised her, and even though i always promised myself to never hate anyone, I couldn't help. If my father had not stepped in, this could have lead to a nasty argument.

"I think it would be better if you left," he turned to the queen, "I can deal with my own daughter by myself." I did not know how could he remain so calm.

The queen looked at me and my father with anger in her watery blue eyes and bit her lip, hoping that her husband would change his mind. But he did not, he looked at her with a gaze that took no refusal. She sighed,

"Fine. I'll go check on my real children," she muttered and left, slamming the doors as loud as she could. I have to say it was quite... theatrical. She's always had the flare for the dramatics.

Then, I was left alone with my father.

He gazed at me, with sadness in his eyes,

"How am I to believe you, my dear sweet child?" He asked calmly.

"I don't ask you to believe, papa" I said, "I don't even ask you to understand, I am only asking you to listen to my story. After that, you can do whatever you think is right, and I," I swallowed, knowing how hard it was to say it, "I will not protest."