Emily's POV

Finally we arrived in Paris, oh how I missed it. "Mama, we here?" Jacquie asked sleepily.

"Yes dear." I said stroking her dark hair. She smiled and looked around.

"It night, bedtime Mama." I smiled.

"First we have to visit Mama's friend." She sat up excitedly.

"Ewik?!" I shook my head.

"No dear not Erik, first we have to visit Madame Giry. It's late and maybe she will let us stay there for the night."

"But want see Ewik now!"

"Jacqueline, you're just like your father. You have to learn to control your anger." She slunk back into her chair.

"But not like Papa, Papa gone." I saw a few tears fall from her eyes.

"Jacquie don't cry darling." I said picking her up and cradling her in my arms.

"I miss Papa. We need Papa back." I shook my head.

"I'm sorry dear, we can't have Papa back." She laid her head on my chest.

"Maybe we need new Papa." I looked down at her.

"A new Papa?" She nodded. "Who would you like to be your new Papa?" She thought for a moment.

"Ewik!" I smiled.

"You want Erik to be your Papa?" She nodded as the carriage came to a stop.

"We're here Madame." The driver said. I opened the door and got out then helped Jacquie out of the carriage. We were standing right in front of Madame Giry's home.

"Thank you." I said as the driver unloaded our bags. Jacqueline placed her hand in mine as we walked to the door. I knocked at the door and waited a moment. The door opened revealing a certain young ballerina.

"Hello?" She asked. She studied me then looked at Jacqueline.

"Hello Meg." She froze. She looked back at me.

"Emily? Is that you?" I smiled.

"Yes it is."

"Oh Emily!" She hugged me and smiled. "It's been so long! And is this your,"

"My daughter Jacqueline Devereux. Say hello Jacqueline." Jacqueline hid partly behing the skrit of my dress.

"Hello Madame." She said shyly.

"She is so pretty! And she looks just like you. But Emily, her father didn't have black hair and neither do you." I rolled my eyes slightly.

"My mother did." I didn't lie my mother did have black hair. She smiled.

"Oh then she take after your side of the family more than Christophe's." I nodded. "Oh I suppose you would like to come in."

"Yes actually we were going to ask your mother if we could stay here for the night."

"I don't think she'll mind. She will be overjoyed to see you." She lead us in side and to the parlor. "Mama. You have visitors." We stepped inside and saw Madame Giry sitting on the couch studying a letter.

"Who?" She asked looking up. "My god, Emily is that you?" I smiled.

"Hello Madame Giry." I picked up Jacqueline who was hidden behind me.

"Is that? Oh she is beautiful. She looks just like." She paused. "Meg will you please heat us some tea?" Meg nodded and left for the kitchen. "She looks just like him." I nodded.

"She does. And I don't know what I would have done without her. Looking at her every day always reminds me of him. Without her I would have died of sadness." Madame Giry nodded understandingly.

"Are you coming to the opera house?" I nodded.

"Yes I wanted to see the opera tomorrow night." She froze.

"You can't be serious."

"No, it's the truth. I figured box 5 would be open so I bought that box. I didn't think Erik would mind since it's just me." She smiled.

"Oh he minded." I gave her a puzzled look. She picked up the letter she had been reading. I set Jacqueline on the couch and took a look at the letter.

"Madame Giry,

It has come to my attention that the managers wish to sell my box for tomorrow's opera. In the morning please inform them of their mistake. If they are still persistent please remind them of the consequences of such an action. If the box is still sold then the fool who steals my box will pay with their life.

O.G." I read then set the letter down. "Does he know it's me?" She shook her head.

"I don't think so, otherwise if he knew he most likely wouldn't mind." I nodded. "May I ask where are you staying? I'm sure he would be glad to see you. And speaking of visits, when he went to Versallies to find you, may I ask of the events?"

"I was angry with him at first but he told me that he and Christine were never together." Madame Giry frowned. "What?" I asked.

"I don't think I should be the one to say anything."

"Say what?" She shook her head.

"Where are you staying dear?" I hesitated for a moment still confused.

"Well I was wondering if you would let me stay with you for the night." She smiled.

"That would be great." She smiled and led us upstairs to Meg's room.

"I thought Meg didn't live here anymore since she became a ballerina."

"She was helping me tidy up the house. You know, spring cleaning." I nodded. "She can sleep downstairs tonight. Would you and Jacqueline like to come to the opera house early? I have to help the ballerinas at rehearsals."

I looked at Jacqueline. "Cherie would you like to go see rehearsals at the opera house tomorrow?" She shyly nodded.

"Quiet a shy little thing isn't she."

"Usually she is so full of energy."

"Is she musical?" I nodded.

"Very much. It's surprising for her age but, I suppose her father is the finest composer in all of France."

"Perhaps even the world." She added.

"His music is breath taking."

"Well it's late, I'm sure it's the young Comtesse's bedtime." She said smiling at Jacquie. Jacquie gave her a quick smile and hid behind my skirt again.

"Goodnight Madame Giry."

"Goodnight Emily, I'm sure Erik will be delighted to see you again."

"We see Ewik!" Jacquie squeaked excitedly.

"My she seems to be quiet taken with him." Madame Giry acknowledged.

"Yes she's the one who prompted the trip." Madame Giry nodded.

"Well goodnight."

"Goodnight." Madame Giry left and I closed the door behind her. "Well Jacquie time for bed." I pulled out her night gown from her suit case and found my own. Once we were dressed I picked Jacquie up and placed her in the bed. When she was situated I climbed in myself.

"Goodnight Mama." I smiled and stroked her hair as she fell asleep.

"Goodnight ma Cherie." I kissed her forehead and laid my head back. Paris, I was back in Paris. Paris was my one and only true home.