Tiana awoke early the successivo morning, wondering what had happened the night before, and then it all came flooding back to her. Paris; dancing, champagne...ok, that explained the headache.
She sat up and then saw that she was back in her own room. She also realised, to her surprise, that she was alone in bed, and yet, Lestat had been here, she could sense his presence. Blinking, and rubbing her head, she rolled out of letto and onto the floor as her senses began to drift back to her. Ok, she was in her petticoat; where was her dress? Lifting her head she saw that it was draped neatly over the back...
The successivo day, Belle and Bartok took a walk in the gardens. It was about six o’clock in the morning but Belle hadn’t been able to sleep and so Bartok had suggested a walk, o in his case, a fly. So, they were out, strolling around the grounds. Belle’s mind was still reeling with the revelation of the night before. Anya was in love, with a man who had once been a rogue and was now one of the Empress’ bodyguards. And she didn’t like the special treatment their parents gave her. Poor Anya, she thought to herself.
“What’s on your mind?” Bartok asked, fluttering onto her shoulder....
"I can't believe it! We're really here! In Paris!"
“Paris?” Tiana stared at him in amazement. “Are te serious? We’re doing that one tonight?”
Lestat nodded, smiling. “Surprise.”
Tiana flung her arm around his neck. “You’re the best...vampire...boyfriend a girl could ask for!”
Lestat laughed. “Are te ready?”
“Mm-hm!” Tiana closed her eyes and felt the rush of them flying through the night skies. She couldn’t help but giggle as she remembered that Esme had probably flown da plane o else taken the train o even a barca to France and now she was about to go there and back in the spazio of one night. Then, feeling the...