It's kind of an accident when she is pushed on stage to do drunken karaoke. She went to the bar wanting to get drunk out of her mind, not sing some song. But, she does. Her voice is powerful and sultry as she belts the words.

It's a huge accident that she isn't wearing proper clothes when she opens the door the next day. She had all the important parts cover, but when a gorgeous blond man comes to your door wanting to sign you to his record label, you shouldn't be just wearing a lacy black bra and spandex shorts.

It's a dirty accident when she gets ink on her face after signing her new contract with his label. He takes a red handkerchief and wipes the ink off her face. She recoils slightly, not used to the kindness.

It's a drunken accident that she ends up in his bed with a giant hangover. She's wearing all her clothes and he's asleep on the couch. Like the gentleman he is. She gets him croissants and a baguette as a thank you. They eat breakfast at lunchtime and laugh over their most embarrassing drunken incidents.

"I had an accident," she tells him when she shows up to the studio with a bruise on her body and cuts all over. He knows she's lying. The marks on her arms couldn't be from anything but human hands.

"He had an accident," he tells her when her abusive ex-boyfriend ends up in the hospital with a concussion. The police think it was a random mugging (they're common in Paris), and she does feel like telling them that a beautiful man with blond hair had beat him up for beating her.

The accident is her fault when she spills her wine on him because she was jumping up and down, yelling, "Oh mon dieu! I've been nominated for a Grammy! I'm going to the fucking Grammies!" Later, they do some more intimate celebrating in her apartment. His wine stained shirt ends up on the floor of her bedroom.

The accident is his fault when he drops a tiny black box on the red carpet. He blushes bright red and picks it up quickly. She stares at him with her huge brown eyes. Opening the box, he smiles at her and gets down on one knee.

"I had planned to sneak this in to your champagne glass later, but this will have to do," he says. She still looks shocked.

"Éponine Thénardier, will you marry me? Cause I'm in love with a fairytale." he asks.

"With a ring that large, who could refuse?" she jokes, "Of course, Enjolras. You are my sunshine when skies are grey."

He smiles, and he realizes how happy he is that accidents exist.