DreamsofBeautySorry you didn't like that. I kind of based that part on me I guess…sometimes I'll do something and then I won't realize what I've done until later and I freak out…maybe I'm just strange…!

Sbkar: I don't think they are going to get married in a church, I just can't see Erik in that setting.

Tracy137Reach a little more and maybe you'll be able to grab it!

LadyAnivielYes, I would be interesting if she got pregnant, I just don't know if I'm going to make them have a baby. I want to make all my readers happy and with this issue there is no way to do that... –pout-

La FoamyI'm trying, I'm trying. You are a very emotional person huh? Don't worry, so am I! –sob-

LostSchizophrenicThat's my problem, some readers want for them to have a child, and others don't. I can't win either way.

Alexa: I'm trusting that you will get me that gorgeous picture of Gerry so here you go –hands you a SPECIAL edition Erik plushie- You are so special, you get the Gerald Butler version…not the Gaston Leroux one. Yes, I agree. It does happen in so many stories…but maybe they will have a child if everything goes as planned.

EriksSylviaHugs? I love hugs!

A.K. Anonymous: -hands you a Raoul plushie- Feel free to do whatever you need to. Here's a pair of scissors.

Neo-lover72Yes…they are quite cute sometimes.

LiTTleLoTTe1991You are cordially invited to attend Erik & Christine's wedding. Please R.S.V.P by March 11th, 1863.

A/N: How many of you (my wonderful reviewers) like this whole system of me answering your reviews? It's getting to be a long process…I don't mind doing it, it's fun for me to communicate…but if you don't have any questions, would you mind very much if I skipped the one-liner responses?

Sorry it took more than a day to write this chapter I've been really busy! My muse is not being kind; I have a bad case of writer's block, so I apologize if this chapter isn't very good…

The picture of the dress is at: http:images.vam.ac.uk/images/photo/pcd/85263202/high/4578-042.jpg

The tux is at: http: Fourteen

The Wedding

The sweet scent of fresh roses wafted about the lair, heightening Christine's intense nervousness. Her stomach was in knots as Christine's new friend tied her into her dress.

"Hold still Christine, I must tie the dress tightly if you wish to have a womanly figure." The blonde scolded as her nimble fingers tied the cotton strings in the back of the bodice. Christine was three years Emiline's elder. The priest had brought both Charles and Emiline with him to complete any tasks that might need to be done.

The creation was amazingly detailed; red and gold roses were woven in the silk of the bottom, a trial of beautiful, blooming flowers led up to the heart of the dress and disappeared under the lace shawl. The shawl itself was a dark cream colour, covered entirely with thread roses and it tapered off at a point at the waist, revealing Christine's tiny form. The sleeves fell just off her shoulder; the entire dress was a cream colour and made from silk. The train was ten feet long, red flowers outlined the entire trail; gold outlined leaves decorated the middle. In her hand she held a gold fan with the design of the flowers splayed across its grooves.

"What if he changes his mind?" Christine expressed her inner fears to the woman she had just met hours ago.

"He acts as if he's hopelessly in love with you. There we are." She stepped away from Christine, admired her from arm's length away. "You look stunning."

"Thank you. Emiline?"

"Yes?"

"Will you walk me down the aisle and give me away?"

"Of course. I assume Charles will be Erik's best man?"

"There is no one else."

Silence fell upon the room. Emiline looked away. "What lies beneath Erik's mask?"

Christine turned; a grave looked etched across her features. "I can not speak of such matters, you must not either."

A knock sounded on the door, a hollow sound. "Christine? The priest is ready for you." It was Charles, young Emiline's suitor. At the sound of his voice, Emiline (Emmy) grinned uncontrollably. Christine opened the door and Charles' eyes swept over her instantly and fell upon Emmy. They were so much in love, it made Christine's soul smile.

"Christine, let us go."

Here comes the bride…

Christine's eyes met Erik's as he stood, anxiously waiting for her to be handed to him. With measured steps she slowly made her way towards him, fighting the urge to sprint forward and jump into his arms. When the time came for Emmy to give her to Erik, the priest began to speak.

"Erik, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold in sickness and in health for richer or poorer for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

'Christine, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold in sickness and in health for richer or poorer for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Do you have the rings Charles?"

Christine glanced down to her bare ring finger, she had given up her ring to Charles earlier in the day and her finger ached to have the weight of the plain gold band back.

"Yes."

Erik took the ring and with a hungry gaze into Christine's eyes, he slipped it onto her finger. Christine did the same to Erik. They had matching gold rings for their matching plans for the future that they would share together.

"You may kiss the bride."

'Bride.' The word played teasingly in Erik's mind as he bent to kiss Christine. He was married… Christine was his bride…It was so unreal that Erik had trouble deciphering everything that was happening.

Everything flew around him in a blur as the day progressed. Emiline, Charles, and the Priest left them alone not an hour later.

Hours later, as Christine sat next to Erik in his study; he got his first good look at her. She was still clothed in her wedding dress, the dress that had cost an obscene amount of money and she looked absolutely breathtaking. She glanced up from her reading as she sensed Erik's eyes drinking her in.

"Is everything alright?"

He kissed her in response.

"Erik, it's our wedding night." She said softly, a glint sparkling in her eye.

"I know. I still can not grasp the fact that I am married to you. Christine, you are my wife. My wife."

"I will be until the day I die." She promised fiercely.

She stood suddenly and held out one sure hand. "Follow me; I need help changing into something more suitable."

Erik stood and followed her into the bedroom, knowing very well that she would not be changing into something more suitable for a long time.