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[ Yes, it was... Wasn't it. She's honestly not sure how she'd have handled facing him if he'd approached her with an air of arrogance - if he'd thrown her decision in her face. With time, she'd hope to be able to ask him to have someone look in on Christian for her, but that would be quite far down the road. Who knows if he'd even stay in Paris? Would it all be too much for him? Or would he manage to finish his book and capture their memories in the poetic way only he could. It's thoughts for another time, a time when she doesn't need her wits about her like she does with André. She always felt as though he were three steps ahead of her and it was unnerving.

Satine murmurs a soft thank you to the maid before letting his words sink in. She'd never been the proper lady of a house, not even sure if she'd be any good at it. Sure, she'd basically run the Moulin Rouge, keeping the dancers in line and helping them through their own issues... But this felt different. Far more proper. It had all seemed like a far off proposal, fantastical in a sense when he'd first mentioned something like this if she'd agreed to be with only him. But, she'd let love blind her and that dream had felt unattainable. As though she'd tarnished it beyond repair.

It was more than she'd expected and she needed to be appreciative of what's awaiting her beyond the bedroom door. It's the answer to all her prayers and security for, hopefully, the rest of her life. Her gaze moves from the food for a moment before falling back to him. ]

Of course, I won't keep you waiting long.

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