The summer looked eternal as the sun cast its rays through the window of the De Chagny's home. Calming, blissful was the sight, but Christine was uneasy. Raoul would be returning soon.
He had been away for two weeks in Italy. How could she prepare to perform her biggest pretend?
Christine kneeled by her bedside and lit her father's candle.
"Oh, please. Give me strength and guidance." she pleaded. "My sins have lead me to this...How could I?"
"Mrs. Chagny?" said a voice from behind. "Your husband's carrige approches. Minutes remain until his arrival."
"Thank you, Brigitta."Christine whispered.
"I pardon my intrusion."
"No, it's fine." she said in reassurance."Brigitta?"
"Yes, Miss?"
"Can I trust you?"
Brigitta stared into her Mistresses pleading eyes. "Yes, Ma'am."
Chrisitne sighed before she began to speak, but did not hesitate.
"Some years ago, when Raoul and I were still newly weds, I swore to myself, Brigitta that I would never to anything to betray his trust and our vows..."
"But I have done something terrible...Something I dare not tell Raoul."
Brigitta looked puzzled by the prologue of her story.
"What, Miss? What could be so terrible as to not tell the Vicompte?"
"Down I went again. In the caverns of the Opera Poplulaire. Back to his dark domain."
"Who is this person of whom you speak of?" Brigitta queried.
"Th-The Phantom of the Opera."
Brigitta's eyes grew wide with fear. She had heard the rumors and stories the had for so long haunted her nightmares.
"Brigitta. I went back and betrayed Raoul, I committed adultery and gave him my lust and mind again blindly."
"Oh...Miss Christine."
"It's not even the worst part of my dilemma."
Christine raised a hand from her side to her stomach. "The child I carry in my blessed womb, is not the master's."