“I… she is a horrid girl. I don’t care how new she is. She pushed me away and called me all sorts. Whore, slut, bitch. Maybe she heard from the guards, I don’t know?”

Eponine shrugs. There’s been some (true) rumours about her flying around those dungeons, and none of them complimentary. It’s not unlikely Julie has heard them.

“I shan’t forgive her and I won’t be nice to her. But I will stay away. For you.”

She hitches up the red silk dress that Nero has given her under her arm and nods.

“She’ll be jealous when she sees my dress anyway. When we leave here, I’ll look nice and she will only have prison clothes. Ha!”