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Chapter Thirty-Six
Christine had been on edge all night waiting for the Phantom to appear, but even her nerves were eased by the spellbinding masquerade. Eventually, she found herself spinning freely in Raoul's arms, smile lighting up her face, simply enjoying the music and glamor surrounding her.
She really should have known better.
Caught up in all of the festivities, she didn't register what was happening right away. It was the music that got her attention first; the joyful orchestral tune became dark and foreboding. The lights quickly dimmed to match it.
It was then that she saw him, though he was inevitably impossible to miss.
Tall and imposing, he looked like a vision of death come to visit, a gruesome skull mask covering his disfigured face. He was dressed from head to toe in an elaborate outfit in such a terrible red she had only seen from a geranium flower, which seemed appropriate enough.
It was folly to come here tonight in front of so many witnesses.
It was stupid of him to threaten the Opera House owners and mock its stars.
But when his gaze turned to her and ultimately softened, Christine couldn't help the comforting relief that rose within her seeing him once again.
It was folly for her to remain here without Raoul beside her.
It was stupid of her to approach him knowing how dangerous he could be.
But…
"Your chains are still mine, you belong to me!"
She was still his.
Why was that so comforting?
Geranium: Folly, Stupidity, Comfort