An Angel's Will

Chapter 1

The light peaking through the blinds shined in my eyes and woke me. I turned over and smiled. Two green eyes peaked at me from slitted eye lids.

"Good morning, Angel," he smiled.

"It's always a great morning when I wake up in these arms," I purred snuggling closer to him.

We had been living in a small apartment in New York for about a month. It was very cold here and a heavy snow blanketed the ground. I shivered thinking about the chilled air.

"Are you cold?" he asked kissing my head.

"No, I'm perfectly warm," I grinned.

His eyes searched over me in admiration and love. I twisted the silver onyx ring around on my finger.

"How long have you been staring at me?" I smirked in french.

He shrugged. "Awhile, and I thought we agreed that you were going to practice speaking in English?"

"All you do is make fun of me!" I giggled.

"It's not my fault that your accent is adorable," he smiled kissing my nose.

"English is an ugly language, why should I learn it?" I scoffed.

"Because you love your fiancé and you want to learn the language of the country you are living in," he smirked.

"I'll pick it up eventually," I sighed. "I have to get dressed now."

Gustave held the back of my neck and kissed me. "If you were in my show then you could stay in bed," he smirked kissing me again.

"I already told you. I want to make a name for myself without piggy backing on your success." I sighed.

"But you wouldn't. I would cast the show fairly." He pouted.

"Gustave, no one would believe that. Everyone would think that I only got my spot because I'm your fiancé," I sighed.

He let go of me and sighed indignantly.

"Thank you for understanding," I smiled kissing him one last time before going to get ready.

I dressed in a simple gown and hat before making my way to the theater. Someone in the side show told me that she heard auditions for a new show, set in France, was being cast there.

I walked in and took a form from the front desk. I was filling out my form when a voice called at me from over my shoulder.

"Well, aren't you experienced." I turned to see a dark haired scantily dressed woman glancing at my form.

"Yes I suppose so," I said trying my best to hide my accent.

"Oh and your french too?" she sneered.

"Yes, what is wrong with that?" I drew my eyebrows together in a stern expression.

"Alright girls show me what you've got!" the director called coming onstage.

He was a seedy looking man that made me uncomfortable at the way he looked at me.

His eyes looked over me in a way that made my skin crawl. I shivered as he neared me.

"What is your name miss?" he asked taking my form out of my hand, barely giving it a second glance.

"My name is Colette, Colette Belhomme," I answered extending my hand.

He took my hand and kissed it. I stopped myself from grimacing. "It is a pleasure," he grinned.

I wasn't so sure about this anymore.