A/N: Still in our "lovely" Prima Donna's POV at first! But it shall switch to someone else's... :)
I thrust the dog into the maid's arms and ran outside. I ordered the stable boy to drive my carriage to the city after my daughter and the young boy. They were within marrying age, and I wasn't going to let her mess this one up.
I found their carriage, with the strange driver gone, outside of this new bistro. I saw them inside, and requested a table where I could see them, but they couldn't see me. What was that girl doing! She had a huge plate of food, and that Gustave boy didn't even seem to care! They are laughing and talking, both of their mouths are full, do either of them know any manners?
He seems to actally... like her! And she likes him back! I can't believe this, I just can't believe this! I began to walk over to their table, but people kept stopping me to talk. I have to get over there, I have to end this.
I now knew one thing for sure. If this was going to be my son-in-law, it would be over my dead body.
~~~ Erik's POV ~~~
I was sitting at a table across the bistroThese two are perfect! They seem to be hitting it off quite nicely, little Calandra is a pretty decent girl considering her parents. Speaking of them, was that La Carlotta over there? Oh no, oh no... she is walking to their table! Still-loyal fans are hounding her, I should have time.
I snuck into the Waiters' Lounge and stole a uniform. I made myself look as normal as possible, a fairly difficult feat. Through the tables, across the restaurant, I barely got there in time. The two looked at me with confusion, they both recognised me. I dropped off their "check" and ran to the carriage.
~~~ 3rd Person POV ~~~
Gustave opened the little black folder and found a note: "Carlotta here. Get out fast. I'll be in the carriage."
He showed it to Calandra and she gasped. "I knew that she would follow me!" She looked up and saw her overbearing mother trying to push past a group of old women. "Believe me, Erik is completely right. We have to get out now!"
The two ran out of the bistro and into the street. Gasping for air, Gustave asked Calandra, "Who- who is Erik?"
"Erik?" questioned. "Erik- out instructor, he drove our carriage tonight, the stinking Phantom of the Opera? How did you not know him, he's your father!"
"My... father?" Gustave was in shock.
The carriage pulled up. The two got inside, and Gustave said to their instructor. "So, Dad... how have I not found out about this before?
"I, um, well, you see... well I-" Erik began but was interrupted.
"I am SO glad I found you." Gustave said and gave Erik a very uncharacteristic hug.
