"Frederick, what are you doing here?" I ask. Standing from my seat.

"What are you doing here? With him?"

"Didn't you get my letter? I left it at the Yard for you."

"I haven't been back yet. Answer my question. Why are you here with this Musketeer?"

Athos takes another swig of his drink, uninterested in the scene Freddie is putting in. As was I.

"I was thanking Athos and his friends for helping me. Remember I told you some Musketeers helped me the day I arrived."

Frederick looks flustered and before he can start shouting in front of the entire bar, I pull him arm and take him outside. The sky above us dimmed a bit. Evening setting in above us.

I lean against the wall of the building, Frederick paces. Irritation still very much itching at him. He look so u usual to me. So altered in manner and apperence.

"I don't understand why you are so mad."

"I'm not mad, just disappointed."

"Oh please save me the lecture, Father."

He gives a crude laugh "You think your father would approve of his daughter galavanting around with a bunch of rejects."

"Why do you hate them so much? Do you even know any of them."

"I know enough and hear enough to know they are trouble. I don't want you hanging around with them. I refuse to allow you. Let's go, your Aunts dinner is soon."

He tries to grab my arm but I push myself from the door.

"I'll take myself home."

"Can we not do this again. You can't keep doing as you please Daria. This isn't home."

"My home is Paris now. There is nothing left for me back in Lupiac. Just go freddy."

I turn to go back inside and he yells after me "Do whatever you want Daria, you always were a spoiled brat."

After he has his tantrum he stomps away. I open the door and see the bar goers chatting to themselves but glancing to me as I walk past. Aramis and Porthos are standing beside Athos's table.

Porthos gives an awkward smile. "So your fiancé seems like a gem."

Athos states "The windows and doors aren't sound proof."

I sink into my seat.

"Is he always so Charming?" Aramis asks.

"Hes just upset. About what I'm not entirely sure even he knows but he's actually, usually super sweet. I think he's stressed with his training."

"Would you like us to walk you home?"

I stand back up, remembering my Aunt dinner.

"No, no. I should be going though. Thanks again for everything. I guess I'll see you gents around town?"

"Always lots of Crime fighting and damsel in distress to save. I'm sure you'll catch sight of us sooner or later." Aramis jokes.

I laugh and bid them farewell before making my way back to Adria's. I had made up my mind to stay away from the Musketeers. I loved Freddy. I also knew he was somewhat right about me. I was a spoiled child, in the way that my father did everything he could to ensure I led a happy childhood. But it's time for me to grow up. I was a woman of little means, I could Marry for love. But no matter what I try to tell myself. I know Marriage is the last thing I want right now. I don't know why I dreaded the idea so. I accepted him, I knew what that meant. But so much time has led to so much doubt. About him... and me. I felt so small, so isolated. I missed my father more than anything. He would know what to do, what to say. It's better to avoid trouble than cause anymore of it. Another thing Frederick was right about is that Paris is much different from Lupiac. Perhaps that's is why I feel the need for my life in Paris to be much different. Who could I be in a place so grander? What part do I play in its present and future? In so many other circumstances I could have landed in, why here? Why now?

Like usual, a millions questions fly through my mind. My father always said I was a natural wonderer. Always a million miles away.

The walk home was enlightening I thought. But the second I walk through the door. I'm met with a furious borrowed Adria. I thought she might explode with anger from the looks of her.

Safe to say I was thoroughly reemed for my state and lateness.