Hi.
I'm cutting it a bit fine- but I promised you guys that you'd have the next chapter THIS year.
It's a little short but I hope you enjoy.
Now, without further ado-
On with the show
Chapter Eleven
Christine gasped in pain as she was laced into the appallingly tight corset. Did Raoul really not care that she was pregnant?
"Mademoiselle really" the maid, it seemed, didn't care either. "You're entering the aristocracy and you're complaining about a how tight your corsets are"
She'd been told that she wasn't to tell anyone of her pregnancy.
"You've caused me enough trouble my dear- I shan't have your condition causing a scandal!"
After the corset (which she'd taken to calling the Torture Implement in her mind) she was forced into the dress- this was a garment that she'd considered gaudy before she'd wed Erik and had Cara. Now she was convinced that not even La Carlotta would have deigned to wear it.
"There we go" the insufferable maid pantomimed dusting off her hands. "Finished. M. le Vicompte is waiting for you in the carriage"
Erik arrived on the edge of the Vicompte's land. Only to witness a carriage bearing the moron's family crest speeding in the way that he'd just come.
He heard a Man's voice saying. "I pray that she forgives me- Monsieur Raoul's just been so miserable since she left."
"She's not cut out to be a Vicomptess Thomas" a second voice, this one female, sniffed. "A glorified chorus girl, being her maid for the past five days was not part of my job description."
"You'd better get used to it Angeline" the first voice- Thomas- replied. "She's not going anywhere after they come home from the church"
Erik nearly gasped aloud- his wife was going to become that idiot's wife? Over his dead body!
He mouthed a curse and turned the horse before tearing off after his wife.
"Nanna!"
Madame Giry looked down at her grandson. His auburn hair refused to lie flat. "Yes Pierre?"
"Carwa won't play" he pouted.
The woman looked over at the window where Cara sat staring out over Paris; never had a year old child looked so old. Suddenly she moved staring directly across the road at where the old church stood.
"Mama!" she yelled, slamming her little white fist against the glass. "Mama!"
The stage is almost set now...
The next chapter WILL be longer. Hope you enjoyed this chapter- and this past year.
let me know what you think.
Have a Happy New Year
Until next time I remain
M.V
