<div style="text-align: justify;">Marie was happy that Diane was starting to relax. The poor girl had already gone through enough stress, from what the older woman could see. She was about to make another comment when the door opened. The woman nearly jumped off her seat when Rich yelled at Diane. She did stand up, confused and unsure about whether or not she should stay where she was. <br/><br/>As soon as Rich told her to get out, though, the woman knew she wouldn’t be welcome in there for that conversation. Shooting Diane a quick look - one that said that she would have stayed if she could -, Marie nodded.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, Monsieur, Madame”, the chambermaid murmured, before tracing her steps to the door and leaving, not even bothering to collect everything she had taken in. Now was definitely not the time to linger, Marie concluded.<br/><br/>Of course, she would have given anything to be allowed in there and to hear the conversation that would follow, but that definitely wouldn’t happen.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***********************************</div><br/><br/>Pierre had never felt like Martin did. He lived in a vastly different society, and had never bothered to hide what he was. Much less to try and change himself. Theater in Paris was definitely nothing like the movies in Hollywood. Americans wanted the All-American boy, and that included, naturally, a guy who loved the ladies.<br/><br/>Pierre had to control himself not to snicker. It was funny that a place like Hollywood cared all that much about apparent morality. Maybe, he thought, it was because the real thing wasn’t there at all, so they had to save face.<br/><br/>When Martin said he needed to go, Pierre nodded and got up as well. The Frenchman helped the Actor get ready, making sure that nothing in his clothes would give him away, and then walked him to the door. “Take care”, he still said as a goodbye, waiting for Martin to leave and take a few steps away from the door before closing it. <br/><br/>“See you later”, Pierre muttered with a smile. The next time would definitely be much less pleasurable - at least for Martin.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***********************************</div><br/><br/>Colette was a bit embarrassed, and wondering if she shouldn’t have come to talk to Paul. When the Bodyguard invited her in, though, Colette nodded. She could notice that there was something bothering him, and hoped he would share it with her.<br/><br/>Walking in, the young woman waited for Paul to close the door and prepared to listen to what he had to say. The note made the young woman frown. <br/><br/>She really wanted to ask what secret the note was referring to, but was pretty sure that Paul would not tell her. So, she focused on trying to help him. “I believe you will not tell me what secret this is, and it is all right”, she started, quietly. “But would it be too devastating if it came out? And is there anyone you know of that would want to use it against you?”, she asked. This answer would be important, even without knowing what the secret was, if she was going to help Paul fix this complicated situation.</div>