| Epilogue 1 month later As I walked to Madame Buke�s class on time today I sighed. The past month was so lonely and I had nothing to do. The house was completely finished and Christian I know would have appreciated it. As I smiled at Madame when I came in she returned it respectfully. I sat at my desk as the bell rang and waited for lessons to start. �Attention class! We have a new student. Please welcome Christopher Stewartson to our humble class. You may take a seat by Ms. Cunning.� Not bothering to look up at all I felt her point toward me. As he walked by again I didn�t bother to look at him; however I realized he smelt rather good. �Hello. I�m Chris.� I heard his smooth English accent. Such a beautiful voice. My head snapped up and immediately and took in his dazzling blue eyes and chocolate colored hair. He looked exactly like Christian. �Hi.� I smiled shyly. �Have we met before?� he asked looking at me closer. �Perhaps we have.� I smiled. Maybe this was just Christian�s second chance� who knows? |