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Chapter 7

They strode happily into the dimly lit restaurant. The smell of roses flooded the air around them. Christine was so close to drifting off, but soon felt a hand under her elbow and was lead away to a table, secluded from the rest.

Raoul pulled the chair out for her and took it thankfully, for her petite feet ached with a heavy soreness from walking all morning.

She pulled the menu toward her and opened it. She had to squint to see the tiny print.

-Arrostire I'Anitra

-Pollo

-Maiale

-Insalata

There were many more dishes, but because of all her straining, her tender eyes stung with no sign of near relief.

She looked up from the nearly unreadable menu to see Raoul staring at her. She was taken aback.

"What?" she asked smiling. "Do I have something on my face?" Her hand flew to her face to check for blemishes.

"No," he laughed, "No, dear." He reached across the table and gently took a delicate hand that was poised over her napkin. "You're perfect."

She blushed, "Now, Raoul, don't you know how to make a girls face grow hot. Don't tell lies, I know I'm not the most beautiful girl." She laughed, nervously.

"Don't say such things, Christine!" The stern look on his face said it all. "Your gorgeous and don't think of yourself any other way."

"Oh, please!" With that she waved off the comment with the back of her hand and bean toying with the crimson napkin in her lap.

At that moment, a waiter brought over a bottle of beige champagne.

"Thank you, monsieur." She said softly, smiling upward.

He nodded and walked away silently.

"Christine," Raoul said, this time taking her hands in his and kneeling in front of her.

She looked at him, she looked at him for a long time and for a second she had to grip the table, her knuckles white as she saw for a moment the percing gold eyes of a man she once knew where Raoul's light green-almost a powdery blue eyes should be. A moment later the color was gone.

He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small velvet box. "Christine, will you marry me?"

She stared at the ring mouth a gape. The shine of the diamonds shone in her eyes adding to her beauty. When she finally spoke, it was with great difficulty. "The, the ring!" Raoul laughed, "Oh, Raoul, its eccentric!"

"Well?" he asked anxiously, squeezing her petite hand in his.

She smiled and as he stood, entwining her fingers together at the back of his neck and kissed him. "Yes!"

He slipped the diamond ring on her left ring finger and kissed her again.

"You've outdone yourself." She whispered admiring the ring and realizing she would no longer be Mademoiselle Christine Daae, but Madame Raoul de Chagny, the vicomtess.

"Nothing is to good for you mon ange." he whispered, breakingopen the bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses.

"To us?" The Vicomte asked, lifting his glass, happiness bubbling and swirling his insides.

"To us." The frail 16 year old repeated, beaming.

They both took a sip from the tangy, russet colored liquid, but all the while Christine has the familliar sense that she was being watched which loomed over her head the rest of the night.

Okay, I KNOW its not the best chapter, but im just trying to get a little happiness in here because... oops! im not supposed to telt you. :) We'll I can tell you all that there will be suprising entrances to be prepaired :) HOPE YOU LIKE IT!