Part eleven: A rejoicing
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She woke up one morning, with the sun shining in her
face. She looked to her left and saw that Christian was still sleeping. She
chuckled and got out of bed. It had been six months since she had moved in.
Nothing had happened between her and Christian and except the usual. They
fought occasionally, but nothing too serious. But each day, she began to grow
to love him more and more. She saw that in his eyes too. Sometimes she'd wish
they he'd propose to her. Other times, she wished that he would just break it
off. Either way, she couldn't wait to see what would become of them.
He had grown to love her more and more than ever before. His whole body felt
happy and there was never a moment when he was down. He thought for a moment
about the dream he had almost two years ago, when Satine told him about his
true love. He now knew of the true love she was talking about. And he came to a
conclusion. He had already lost one love and he wasn't going to lose another.
He decided to pop the question. She was the one.
He looked high and low until he found it.
"In case you actually do fall in love, here's your mother's engagement
ring," his father had said to him, almost three years ago. He had stored
it away in a box, not thinking that he'd ever need it. It had a silver band
with an opal stone on top. He found it while she was out at the market. He
smiled and put it in his pocket, a place where he knew it would be safe. He
went about the day, repeating what he would say to her. Finally, the moment
came.
It was a brisk fall night. They where in his garret, looking
out the window at the spot where the Moulin Rouge used to be. In the six
months that she had been living with him, the Moulin Rouge was torn down and
more apartments for the ever crowded MontMarte were
being put in its place. They looked out at the city, which was once bustling
now was dire and quite. He felt her shiver and he pulled her a little closer.
He could smell her hair and breathed in her sent.
"Emma, there's something I have to ask you," he whispered in her ear.
"What is it?" she asked without a doubt. He swirled her around so she
faced him.
"The moment I met you, I knew that I loved you. I had no question in my
mind that I didn't love you. And now look at us. Almost three years later and
you're living with me. And since the first time we kissed, the question has
always been in my mind. And I'm finally about to ask it," he said. He took
a deep breath, then started again. "Emma, would
you have the honor of being my wife?" he asked her. Her eyes bulged out.
He took her hand and held it in his. He looked at her with sad eyes. She put
her other hand to her mouth.
She embraced him and whispered in his ear, "Yes. Nothing would make me
happier." He smiled and pulled away to get the ring out of his pocket. He
got it out and placed it on her finger. She stared in awe at the symbol of
their love. "Christian, it's beautiful," she gasped.
"It was my mother's. My father gave it to me before I left
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