The curtain calls had seemed endless this evening, Satine had stood and smiled, and smiled and stood for what had seemed like a lifetime. For all the fame and all the glamour, and how she'd strove for this, there was nothing comparable to the cool midnight air on her face and nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. Her personal escape ( Read more... )

Satine stared at the bloody mess that was Harold, his last words as he slipped away were "Pourquoi?". He had stood by her for so many years, made her what she was today, taken her from being a mere chorus girl and pushed her up the ladder, made her the Sparkling Diamond. But what good was that if you were dying, what good was that if it was all ( Read more... )