Chapter One:

"Daddy, daddy." An auburn hared child shrieked her parent's name.

"Your Father is busy. Here." She passed the child a wooden toy train, "play with this, and shhh he is trying to work." It was Marie. Keeping a three year old little girl happy and occupied in the Moulin Rouge was not an easy task, for the Moulin Rouge was a night club, a dance hall, a kingdom of night-time pleasures.

"Marie, Abby hungry." The little girl stood up and pulled at Marie's skirt. "Marie!"

"Marie, hold on I'll be finished soon just give her a snack. She needs proper food when we get home." Called Abby's Father. He turned back to his work. "Right, now take it from the top. One...two...three...four a one...two.."

Once again Marie felt a tug at her skirt. She looked down at the blue eyed child. "Everyday you look more and more like your Mother."

"Mother?" she enquired.

"Yes, for you have the same fair skin as her. Your eyes light up in the same way as her did, and you hair. Well that was your Mother's trademark. She was known as the 'Sparkling Diamond'."

"She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in the world." Christian kneeled next to his daughter. He had heard their conversation. "She was loved by all." He turned away, hiding his face from Abby and Marie.

"Christian." Marie placed her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. Don't hide your feelings from the child, she has to know. She has to know that her Mother's death was not in vein."

"What do I have to know, Daddy? Marie?" She looked up at Marie.

"Nothing, you are too young. All you need to know is that I love you and so does Marie." Christian stood up and collected Abby's belongings together. Marie helped Abby into her coat. Christian looked over. Marie smiled. "Thank you." He mouthed to her. "Come on sweety."

"Coming Daddy. Can we go to the park? Please, pretty please." She wined on as the walked out of the Moulin Rouge hand in hand.

"Daddy has alot he has to do. Marie might be able to take you tomorrow, if we aren't to busy. Okay?" He picked up his angel and cradled her in his arms 'till they got home. She had fallen asleep just as they passed through the door into the same apartment that her Father first embraced Satine.