𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⋆ 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Revolution in the Night | Chapter Fourteen

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"Oh, you must be Adélie! Enj has told me so much about you!"

As soon as Adélie walked through the door, she was enveloped in a hug from a stranger, whom she could only assume was Enjolras' mother. This was the last thing she had expected.

"Mother, please," Enjolras urged, and the woman pulled away, placing her hands on Adélie's shoulders and smiling. "You are just as beautiful as he said, chérie."

Adélie's cheeks turned red, and she glanced to see Enjolras looking down at his feet to hide his embarrassment. She felt her heart swell slightly at his mother's words. He had been talking about her.

"Adélie, this is my mother," Enjolras finally spoke, and the woman came up beside her son, and rested her arm around his shoulder in a half-hug.

"Please, call me Elayne."

Elayne was a tall woman, with rosy cheeks and lively blue eyes that resembled those of her son. In fact, standing beside each other, Adélie realised that the two looked very much alike, and it made her wonder what his father looked like. Currently, she wore a dressing gown, but Adélie could tell that it was made from the finest fabrics from Portugal or Italy. Her hair was pulled up out of her face, and even in her nightclothes, she exuded wealth and elegance.

In fact, the interior of their home reflected exactly what Adélie had expected when she had seen the exterior of the house, or rather, mansion. The foyer was large, with a winding staircase towards the back. It was decorated with gold vases and marvellous paintings and Persian rugs that made it feel as if they stood in the entryway of a palace.

There was no way Enjolras' father just worked in law as he had said. Only people of the royal court had homes like these.

"I was just about to have my evening tea. It would be ever so lovely if you two joined me."

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Adélie and Enjolras followed Elayne into the sitting room, which was just as elegant as the rest of their home that she had seen.

As they sat at the table near the fire, a young woman in a maid's uniform brought in a tray of tea and biscuits, on the finest china Adélie had ever seen.

"Anything else, madame?" The girl spoke softly, her head down as to not make eye contact with anyone.

"That will be all, Melina." Elayne responded, not even glancing at the small girl beside her.

Adélie knew that having workers in their home was a usual thing for people of this class, and she knew that it was not Enjolras' choice, but she couldn't help but feel slightly angry.

After all, this was what he was fighting for, so that everyone in France could have the same rights. It almost felt hypocritical to her that he would be taking advantage of this life. She tried to remind herself that it was not his choice that he grew up in this life. At least he was trying to make a change in this world. She prayed that his mother and father at least treated their workers well.