Eponine was somewhat late. Between Hattie and Mr Gold, and working some nights at Afterglow, the poor kid was exhausted. But, having received the message, she tidied herself up as best she could. She dragged her hair back with a ribbon 'borrowed' from Hattie and donned the dress that her new mistress had made for her. There was no way she could hide the bags under her eyes, but Eponine didn't bother. She might not be beautiful, but she thought she looked better than usual.

She hurried through the streets, holding her skirts high up out of harm's way, until she reached the apartments. She climbed up slowly, making sure she wasn't out of breath. And then knocked on the door.

"Madame? It is I." She was already chuckling to herself.