Hey! Well I have been distracted by many other fanfics since I started uploading this so I apologise. If there are enough positive responses to this, and if there are enough people out there still reading and caring about this, I shall continue to upload.

"I thought I'd never get away!" Christine laughed, as Meg closed the door behind them. But after removing her veil she turned around to find that Meg was looking at her with disappointment; Madame Giry's eyes where harsh and cold. She saw that it was useless to lie, now that they had seen the ribbon which she now proceeded to untie.

To her surprise it was Meg that spoke first, rushing towards and taking Christine's hands in her own. "Christine what were you thinking? What if somebody saw?"

"No-one saw…" Christine trailed off, letting the ribbon drop onto her dressing table. "Well no-one but you." She saw Madame Giry still standing by the door and she began, her voice full of pleading as she sang;

"Father once spoke of an Angel, and I still dream he appears. Now as I sing I can't sense him, yet I know he hears. Deep in my mind he calls me softly; somewhere inside hiding. Some how I know he'll never leave me…" Her voice wavered as the tune changed, "And he'll always be there singing songs in my head. I know that he's there…singing songs in my head."

"You are Raoul's wife now my child," Madame Giry began, speaking for the first time since they had entered the room. "You can't play these games now that you are married. You have a duty to honour your husband…" She stepped closer to Christine, her voice softening a little before continuing, "Don't worry my dear…he understands"

"I lied to Roaul…I told Raoul that he was dead? Was that wrong of me Madame Giry?" her voice filling with doubt. "Was it wrong to lie to him?"

"Your lies saved him, and in turn those lies will redeem you. If Raoul knew he was alive he would never be happy…his love and life would be full of doubt." She paused as she heard chatter pass outside the door and she lowered her voice to whisper as she said, "He would wait for you to leave him."

"I would never do that…I couldn't. I love Raoul and I want to make him happy…I just can't forget. Something inside makes me remember…"

"No-more of this," she remarked impatiently, nodding to Meg to fetch the bottle of champagne and the glasses. "You must forget, especially tonight. For tonight you will become a wife, in body as well as word."

Madame Giry was right, up until now Christine had pushed to the back of her mind the events of her wedding night. She had never really felt a physical pull towards Raoul; it was always emotional and nostalgic. Sometimes she felt awkward when he kissed her and she would pull away, unsure of what she should be doing or how she should act. She had never been exposed to sex in anyway she would recognise; to her it was a foreign and rather abstract concept. She understood it was her duty and she should be eager and excited; but some innate fear inside her prevented her from this. When she kissed Raoul it was to express love, but never passion. How was she to act when he approached her; what was she expected to do?

Madame Giry smiled at her naive uncertainty. With a mothering gaze she explained to Christine, "Raoul will be just as nervous as you. He is a loving man, he loves you a great deal Christine, and so will prove a tender lover. He will not hurt you. He will not expect experience, so you have nothing to fear. If you love Raoul as much as he loves you it will be alright…perhaps even beautiful. But you shouldn't feel afraid," she chided, smoothing Christine's hair away from her face, "The greatest form of love in the world is to give your body to another."