Being a poet meant not much money but that didn’t stop Christian or the other Bohemians always sneaking into places that they weren’t invited in or couldn’t afford to attend. They had snuck into the Moulin Rouge multiple times yet tonight Toulouse had a different plan a ball was being held in the opera house and they we’re attending.

Christian had dressed up in his nicest suit his hair slicked back standing in the main entrance he was star-stuck at the extravagance of the building. It was nothing like the Moulin Rouge everything was pristine.

The Bohemian’s were able to sneak in Christian had enjoyed himself dancing drinking with his friend until his eyes landed on a woman. Drop dead gorgeous. Red silk dress her dark hair done to perfection jewels adorning her pale skin. Completely stunning truly a shimmering diamond.

“Who’s that?”

He practically stutters out to Toulouse who was also looking at the woman.

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