A woman stood next to a window, gathering her thoughts. Or perhaps, letting them wander. She wasn't quite sure. Maybe both.
It seemed like since two months ago, everything was a blur. A mad, colorful, yet seemingly depressing blur. One should be happy while engaged. It was expected of women and had been since the beginning of time. Especially in these times.
The woman- or at her age really- girl stood next to the tall window which gave so much light and a sense of happiness. But the slight and disturbing frown on the young girl's face showed no happiness or light of any kind. She was a small thing, with her long brown curls hanging down her back. She wore a yellow and expensive gown. She looked like all wealthy girls at her age would. But inside, she was not like other girls at all.
At the age of eighteen, Christine Daae had a most interesting past. She was engaged to the Viscount of Paris and had been for two months time. She attended all balls and parties like an acceptable woman should. She gossiped and danced and pretended she was happy. Because in actuality, she was. Shouldn't she be? She was rich, young, and beautiful...the three things anybody would want most. But she didn't care. She was sick of the talks of the wedding and sick of images. But most of all, she was sick of herself. She was young carefree...and bored. Her fiancé-to-be was off doing all things Viscount and left her at his mansion to do as she pleased. Mostly that was read, occasionally paint, and stare out the window for hours upon hours.
There was an empty room that contained books of music, operas, and a large, lonely looking piano. Christine refused to touch the piano. Even if she knew how to play it, she wouldn't have. She couldn't. In fact, Christine despised being in the room. She had only gone in there to retrieve a book and found it thoroughly depressing. It brought back emotions she couldn't handle and didn't want to. She was still so very young and confused. Furthermore, she was engaged and felt it was wrong to question such a thing. Just looking at that piano made her feel sick to her stomach at what she had done.
As she looked out the window, not really seeing or watching anything, she was unaware that a man was standing there watching her as well, with a confused look on his face. The two watched their horizon in silence, lost in their thoughts and confused as to different people.