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Summary: Edward Gracey gives Elizabeth the music box. A Haunted Mansion piece.

Edward Gracey was in his study looking at art. He admired the beauty each piece brought, but the one he loved the most was of his beloved Elizabeth. She looked so elegant, so beautiful, and so happy. It captured the innocence, it captured the beauty. However, nothing could ever compare to the real Elizabeth. He loved her. No, he was madly in love with her. She felt the same way.

Tonight was the one year anniversary of them being a couple and he wanted to do something special for her. He travelled all over town and came across an old music box shop. He knew how much Elizabeth loved them, so he decided to get one for her.

He could picture it. He could see her smile as she looked with wonder at the mysterious box and how she would smile when she saw it. It was going to be perfect.

A knock interrupted his thoughts and he said, "Enter."

One of his servants came in. "Miss Elizabeth Henshaw for you sir."

"Send her in."

The servant exited and Elizabeth walked into the room. She wore a lovely red and gold dress and was smiling. "Edward," she ran to kiss him on the cheek.

"Hello my love," he kissed her on the lips.

"Happy Anniversary," she greeted.

"As to you as well my dear."

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes I have a present for you."

He walked over to his desk and he pulled out a wrapped present. "Open it."

"Oh Edward, you shouldn't have."

"I wanted to get something that represent my love for you. I truly love you Elizabeth."

She carefully opened the present and she pulled out the music box. "What is it?" she asked.

"Open it."

She slowly opened the box and a beautiful melody began to play as the two dancers danced around the box. "It's beautiful," she gasped, "And they look just like us."

"Not as beautiful as you."

Elizabeth took Edward's hands as she set down the music box. "Oh Edward, how I wish we didn't have to keep our love a secret from everyone."

"Soon enough, it will no longer be a secret. Society will have to learn to accept it."

"Do you think so?"

"Of course my love."

Elizabeth smiled and stroked Edward's face lovingly. "Are you coming to my ball tomorrow?" Edward asked as he kissed her up her arm finally meeting her soft inviting lips.

"Of course I am."

"Good. I have a very important question to ask you tomorrow and I would be most excited if you would show up."

"I shall be there, but, what's the question?"

"I can't say it now, as I said, I will tell you tomorrow."

"Please?"

Elizabeth gave him her pleading eyes. "Elizabeth, I would be honored if you would consent to be my wife."

Elizabeth gasped and before she could answer, Edward's servant Ramsley came in. "Miss Henshaw, Master Gracey, your caterer is here to discuss tomorrow's events."

"I must go Elizabeth," Edward kissed her hand and said, "Write a note to me, give your answer to me in a note. By midnight."

"Of course," she smiled as she was escorted out the door.

"I love you," he whispered as he handed her the music box.

Little did they know, Ramsley heard the whole conversation. Things would never be the same.