"That is a very beautiful song Fantine. Did you write it?" My Angel asks when I finish my song.

"Yeah," I blush and the right side of my face starts to hurt like crazy. I look at my reflection. There is only one faint scar that runs down my face now and I actually look.....pretty.

"The wounds seem to heal when you are happy," My Angel says. I sit there for a while looking at my face until Angel says something, "You look like your mother."

"Really? You think so?" I ask, looking back at my reflection. I really don't really think I do.

"You're a spitting image of you're mother. Except for the eyes," My angel states. The car slows to a stop, "I knew your mother, Christine, for a while."

"You probably know her better than I do," I never really got spend time with Mother so he probably does. My Angel opens the door and helps me out. The house is very large, but not as big as my parents' "We are only staying here for a short time?" I ask.

"Just for a day until I get our boat tickets," Angel grabs a trunk from the car, carrying it inside the large house.

Spotting a music room, I sit in a chair behind the fancy grand piano. "May I play?" He sets the trunk at the bottom of a large staircase. I saw his face when I said Monsieur. I believe it is a look of sadness, as if he wants me to call him something else.

"Who taught you how?" He stands next to me with a smile. Its seems like My Angel loves everything I do.

"I taught myself," I start to play the lullaby I wrote for Gustave, and he watches attentively.

I finish and put my hands on my lap, "I found a name for you," I tell him this as I get up and walk to the stairs. I gain some confidence, afraid he won't like it.

"Angel."