Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera.
Erik led Christine down the steps and towards a small room. Christine, entranced by the music Erik was weaving around her, followed without realizing it. When they entered the room, however, Christine stopped and look at Erik with raised eyebrows. "A dress?"
Erik flushed. "Yes… you know…" He started stumbling over his words.
Christine looked at the dress again, it was elegantly made, and so simple. "Why would you keep a dress here?"
Christine's eyes widened when she realized Erik was embarrassed and at loss for words. "B-because… I want to… t-t-to keep you… entertained."
"To keep me entertained."
"Yes. Yes, that's it." Now Erik was looking like he wanted to kill himself.
"Well," Christine said. "I don't really like dress-up, and I wasn't really planning on playing it with my angel. No offense."
"I didn't say it was for dress-up -"
"It really is a nice dress," Christine sighed. "It looks as if it'll fit me perfectly. Isn't that strange, Erik?"
"Um… actually, it's a wedding dress."
"Really?" Christine was now excited. "Whose marriage is it? Are you getting married?" The thought of her angel marrying was most strange for her to hear, but she still felt happy for him.
Erik was fidgeting weirdly. "I….. I was kind of… wanting to … you know, marry you." Erik blurted out.
"Oh!" It was Christine's turn to be embarrassed. "Why didn't you tell me?"