"Do you think she got my letter?" Peter asked Gustave hesitantly.
"What does it matter?" Gustave shrugged brushing his daughter's hair. "Luke says you broke the poor kid's heart leaving as you did."
"Your Mother didn't give me much of a choice," Peter said gruffly, "Besides I doubt she'll miss me. Poor kid. I don't know why that dress made me so mad."
"I know," Mary said peeping up with bright green eyes, "Papa said that you-"
"Shh!" Gustave snapped putting a hand over Mary's mouth, "That's enough of you."
Peter frowned, "What is it, Gustave?"
"Nothing. If you can't sort it out yourself I'm in no position to lecture you." Gustave noted rising and busying himself finding Mary's coat.
"Must you go back to Paris?" Peter whined picking at a stray piece of wood on the table.
"I'm afraid I either go to Paris," Gustave chuckled, "Or die here when my father comes after me."
Peter watched carefully as a shadow passed over his friends face.
"You sure you don't want me to come? I could take Mary for the week and-"
"Uncle Peter!" Mary squealed, "You'd take me! Out in your car?"
"To all the best places," Peter affirmed giving Gustave a glance of hopeful exuberance.
"No," Gustave said with a shudder, "I'll never let her out of my sight."
Mary looked down in sullen disappointment.
"Chin up darling," Peter said comforting her with a smile. "Your Father loves you very much. That's all."
"I never get to go anywhere!"
Peter gave a laugh and looked to Gustave, "She sounds more like Ilios every day."
Mary's eyes brightened, "He would be my uncle then," She thought to herself with scheming delight.
"Will your Father let her go?" Peter asked curiously.
"I don't see why not." Gustave shrugged.
"Go where?" Mary inquired.
"To the seaside, in Trouville." Gustave answered, "I thought it be good for us, to get away."
Peter looked down and played with his cuffs uncomfortably, "Let us not talk of Trouville. Ever. Now, what Miss Mary, will you wear to meet your cousins?"
"Why can't we speak of Trouville?" Mary said ignoring his request, "I thought you loved the seashore."
Peter frowned at himself, Indeed, why did it anger him so?
"And then Aunt Ilios can take me shopping," Mary mentioned as Peter was snapped from his trance and back into the conversation.
"Nonsense," Peter laughed.
"Not nonsense at all," Gustave chided closing a suitcase, "Ilios is a young woman, she can take Mary out if she pleases."
"A grown woman," Peter scoffed, "No dear fellow, I think not."
Gustave shrugged and shot a glance to Mary that made the small girl giggle.
"What have you done now?" Peter asked flushing red, "What kind of stories have you been putting into Mary's head?"
Mary frowned a little pout, "Papa never tells stories. He says they're only disappointments."
"Ilios would be horrified," Peter said with a small laugh, his eyes gloomy and downcast.
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Twisted Every Way(Phantom Of The Opera Fic)
FanfictionErik has spent his whole life waiting for his second chance, and after nearly losing her, here she is. But loving Erik brings complications. Wherever they go, they and their familly must spend their new lives in hiding. Can the family ever truly f...
