That night after the end of the benefit concert there was a small after party at James Pyrdsa's house.

"Satine dear, do you want to go you look very tired." Raoul asked Satine looking down to her and pointing to the bags under her eyes.

"Daddy, I'm not that tired...I know you want to go to the party." Satine said walking past Raoul and towards the house.

"Wait, you know what this party is right? The men are going to sit around and talk politics and things like that and the women will talk about...well your mother always said they talked about how big their husband's billfold and their...." Raoul said trying to catch up with Satine. Stopping as he knew what he was saying she was amused at the end of Raoul's sentence and turned around.

"Their what Daddy?" She said putting her hand at her waist.

"Raoul, what's taking so long come on you know we can't have any fun with out you." James said walking the path way to his house with his wife.

Raoul was about to say they weren't going to the after party.

"Yes Monsieur Pyrdsa we were just coming up." Satine said fast so her father couldn't say they weren't going. "My father was just telling me how much he enjoys the parties. He was also saying how much my mother loved the parties." Satine finished as she turned around to Raoul and rolled her eyes.

As the men went to a separate room Madame Pyrdsa walked Satine to the room where the women were talking.

"Christine dear..." She started

"No, my name is Satine, Christine was my mother's name." Satine said knowing that Madame Pyrdsa couldn't have liked her mother too much because her father was only a violinist.

"Oh darling I'm so sorry." She said with a fake smile. "Satine, would you like to go up to Kay's room I think she's still awake. You won't be interested in what we're talking about."

Satine rememembed Kay as a girl her age who was self-centered. Kay was Satine's age and she knows Kay would complain to her because Satine went to the concert. It was last year around Christmas the last time Satine saw Kay.

"I know where her room is, I'll show my self to it. Thank -You" Satine said regretting she ever said anything about coming to the party. She trudged slowly up the steps really not knowing which room was really Kay's so she wanted to investigate around the house. The house was big, almost as big as her house. She looked in to an open door and saw a bed and a vanity full of make-up and beauty supplies. It hurt her to think she had no mother and it really hurt her when Madame Pyrdsa had called her Christine.

She crept down another flight of steps and heard men's voices.

"Come now Raoul, look at you bringing your twelve year old daughter to a concert as your date."

"Satine's thirteen and I couldn't possibly love another woman. Satine needed to get out of the house I wanted to... you know I really don't have to explain why I brought my daughter here." Raoul said defensively.

"Okay, Okay, calm down Raoul I didn't think you would have taken it that hard just forget about it."

Satine had heard too much she shrugged it off and crept further in the hallway.



"So she was four when her mother died? Poor dear being raised by only her father."

Satine heard in hushed voices

"Her manners are so good... for being raised by her father. That's besides the point the Viscount is so handsome and I bet he will be single the rest of his life."

"Yes I know why too, that dammed little girl is stopping him from having any social life. I could see the little brat kicking and screaming for her 'Daddy' to bring her here."

"I know Raoul pays for her to have the best of everything, the best tutors, the best nannies. He's trying to make her into something she's not. Look at what her mother was, some ballet rat, a indigent nothing who saw the patron of the opera slept with him and he fell in love."

"Well, the girl was smart enough too do that. I do remember the newspapers about her and Raoul some fourteen years ago. I never liked her"



Satine started to cry she didn't understand what the women were saying but she know they were slandering her and her mother. She thought back and wondered if what they said could be true it just made her cry harder. It all didn't make sense. She went sat in a chair in a hallway and cried herself to sleep.

"Satine, Satine darling wake up." Raoul said gently brushing some curls away from her face. He had found her asleep on a chair in a hallway and it was very late he was ready to go.

"Daddy?" Satine said sleepily than she turned her back to Raoul.

"Well I guess the only way your getting home is if I carry you out." Raoul said picking Satine up. A maid opened the door for Raoul as he carried Satine out to their carriage.

Raoul brought Satine up to her room and laid her down on her bed and stood back and the pain of how much he missed Christine flooded over him.



"Satine, come now wake up." Satine's nanny Dara said shaking Satine. "What's has come over you child? You usually never sleep past 6:00 in the morning."

"Dara just go please I want to be alone." Satine said putting her coverlet over her head.

"Satine your father wants to take you Paris today."

"Why? Why would he want to take me?"

"What are you talking about he always takes you."

"Please go."

Dara walked out of the room to get Raoul.

"Satine my love, what's wrong? Don't you want to go to Paris?"

"No" Satine said curling into a ball and pulling her blankets closer to her.

"Are you ill?" Raoul said moving the blankets from her and feeling her forehead.

"No Daddy I'm fine."

"Are you tired?"

"Why do you always ask if there's something wrong? I just want to be alone today. Go to Paris please." Satine said turning away from Raoul and holding back tears.

"Are you sure darling? Please reason with me."

"Daddy..."

"Okay Satine I expect you to explain this to me when I get back." Raoul said leaning over to Satine and kissing her on the forehead.

Satine didn't know what to say she walked to the window and saw Raoul get into the carriage. She went into her bed and started to cry.

Two hours later she woke up again. She didn't want to speak to any one the maids, butlers or any of her nannies. She walked up into the attic and began to search through the boxes of things up there. She had to find out what the women were talking about and maybe she could find a clue.

She looked through some old pictures of her mother and found a box with an old red scarf from it. She was about to give up and found a box that said Christine Daae one it full of old music. Since she was going to be home for the whole day alone she took some music to take downstairs to play.



Okay next chapter some people make a trip to the PARIS OPERA HOUSE! heh , heh heh..... Thanks for the reviews! Please Review! arg...it takes 2 seconds just drop me a line, I feel screw it no one wants to read my stuff so why even post? Thanks!!