Christine sighed for the tenth time and looked at her hands in her lap.
She saw the ring on her finger and understood that she would be bounded to
Raoul for as long as she lived. God, if she only had realised her feelings
for Erik earlier, she didn't had to go on this sort of parties and
absolutely boring dinners with Raoul.
But now they would travel to England to stay in Raouls apartment for some
time. It had been more than a week now since she'd left Erik.
By God, she missed him. Raoul said that she would feel better in England
so she could come away from all the gossip in Paris.
Christine didn't want to go to England, there was only one thing that she wanted, and that was to return to Erik. After she had left him, Raoul had almost forced her into a carriage, and she had been thinking about a hundred times that she would jump out and run back to the opera-house. She remembered everything from that night, how they had been locking at each other, how he had said that he loved her and the kiss.
She had repeated almost all the time how his mouth had felt upon hers in her mind, it was weird that his deformed lips could feel so lovely against hers. By then she knew that she loved him, she had always loved him and now she would leave Paris for about a month.
Raoul insisted that they would be married as soon as they came back to Paris, and Christine couldn't do more than nod like a obedient dog.
The carriage stopped by the harbour, Christine looked out. "SS Neptune II" was the name of the ship.
- Take these bags to first class, Raoul ordered the purser.
Christine took Raouls arm and they both walked up on one stair to the ship.
- You'll see, darling, that now everything is going to be much better, Raoul said and Christine only gave him a little smile. 'I doubt that' she thought.
Someone knocked on her door to her suite, she opened.
- Dinner is served at eight o'clock, Raoul said and left.
She was pleased that she had got a suite for herself. Because Raoul wouldn't sleep in the same room as she before their wedding. It would kill his reputation. Her luggage had been packed up and she went to her closet to find a dress for dinner. One thing that she had packed amongst all her dresses was the wedding gown that Erik had bought for her, she could look at the beautiful creation in hours and never get tired or even notice the time ticking by. She stroke it with one hand, then picked out a red velvet gown and started to change when her maidservant entered her suite.
Here, in her suite, was the only place where she could let her thoughts and dreams go to the man that she loved more than anything: Erik.
Christine didn't want to go to England, there was only one thing that she wanted, and that was to return to Erik. After she had left him, Raoul had almost forced her into a carriage, and she had been thinking about a hundred times that she would jump out and run back to the opera-house. She remembered everything from that night, how they had been locking at each other, how he had said that he loved her and the kiss.
She had repeated almost all the time how his mouth had felt upon hers in her mind, it was weird that his deformed lips could feel so lovely against hers. By then she knew that she loved him, she had always loved him and now she would leave Paris for about a month.
Raoul insisted that they would be married as soon as they came back to Paris, and Christine couldn't do more than nod like a obedient dog.
The carriage stopped by the harbour, Christine looked out. "SS Neptune II" was the name of the ship.
- Take these bags to first class, Raoul ordered the purser.
Christine took Raouls arm and they both walked up on one stair to the ship.
- You'll see, darling, that now everything is going to be much better, Raoul said and Christine only gave him a little smile. 'I doubt that' she thought.
Someone knocked on her door to her suite, she opened.
- Dinner is served at eight o'clock, Raoul said and left.
She was pleased that she had got a suite for herself. Because Raoul wouldn't sleep in the same room as she before their wedding. It would kill his reputation. Her luggage had been packed up and she went to her closet to find a dress for dinner. One thing that she had packed amongst all her dresses was the wedding gown that Erik had bought for her, she could look at the beautiful creation in hours and never get tired or even notice the time ticking by. She stroke it with one hand, then picked out a red velvet gown and started to change when her maidservant entered her suite.
Here, in her suite, was the only place where she could let her thoughts and dreams go to the man that she loved more than anything: Erik.