Locking the door behind her, Christine Daae left the home of her guardian, who insisted upon being called the affectionate name of Mama Valerius. Mama adored Christine and her father like family, they eventually became family in her and her husbands eyes. Christine left with a light heart, Mama was the best person in her life, she was her mother figure, nothing could replace her. In the corner of her eye Christine saw the Vicomtes coach, her heart leapt at the thought of seeing her love. Christine took matters of the heart very, very seriously.
Raoul, Le Vicomte de Chagny was a man in head over heels with the young soubrette. The couple's first encounter in Perros-Guirec was the turning point in their lives. Raoul was fourteen, while Christine was the tender age of twelve, the little couple told stories, played games, she sung, her father played while attempting to teach Raoul to play. Raoul caught on the the instrument quite well, when he paid attention. The most important thing about the time in that beautiful seaside town, was the fact that Christine's father, her entire world, approved of Raoul.
Christine searched for Raoul's eyes in the carriage, when they finally met, Raoul pounded at the roof so the driver would stop. Fumbling with the door Raoul made his way to Christine beaming from ear to ear. Little did Raoul know that Christine had just gotten Mama Valerius to bless their secret engagement. It wasn't hard for Mama to do, Christine talked about Raoul in way she only had when she spoke of her father. Even without her blessing, they would wed, but Christine appreciated it with all her heart. Kissing both of her hands, Raoul spoke in his confident Naval officer's voice.
"And who is this fine lady walking on this fine street, on this fine day?" Christine giggled the way she used to when Meg would tell ghost stories she'd heard over a hundred times.
"Oh Raoul, you tease me so!"
"I do what I must darling. Come! We go to lunch!" Almost in the exact form he spoke to her the night of her debut. A twinge of anger and fear hit her chest, but was soon replaced with the feeling of pure light at the sight of Raouls dazzling smile.
"Oh course! I was just going to grab something on my way to the opera." Christine replied in a more subdued tone than before. She began to panic slightly, like she was a schoolgirl about to be caught. Christine felt like she was being watched, but pushed them aside when she remembered she was a grown woman, and could do as she pleased.
Raoul swept her away into the empty carriage, telling driver a name of a restaurant she's never heard of. Christines nerves went away instantly when he sat next to her and grabbed her hand. The two looked like fresh newlyweds.
"So… Where were you going before you saw me?" He gave a hearty laugh.
"To pick you up from the opera for lunch." Breaking into a sly grin. "And… to give you this!" Christine hadn't noticed him reach into his pocket, but now her held in his hand an open box, with a ring she had always dreamed of. Extravagant, opposite to what you'd think the shy girl would want. She wanted something dazzling, and with her Vicomte, she got it.
"Love me. That's all I ask of you?" Raoul spoke in a light whisper, as he leaned close to her ear. Christine stretched out her left hand. The ring was perfect. He was perfect.
"You know I do." He then swept her up into the most romantic kiss.